Davidjohn on his site, http://www.blog.co.uk/user/davidjohn/ has some pics that he took in Edinburgh, this is a pic of a post card bought in about 1954 of Edinburgh.

A couple made an arrangement that whoever died first would come back and inform the other about the afterlife. Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife.
After a long and happy life, Fred was the first to go and true to his word, he made contact: "Mary, Mary." "Is that you, Fred?"
"Yes, I've come back like we agreed."
"What's it like then, Sweetheart?"
"Well, I wake up in the morning, I have sex, then I have breakfast and then it's off to the golf course."
"Then I bathe in the sun for a while and have sex again before lunch."
"In the afternoon, it's another romp around the golf course, more sex, then supper."
"After supper, I go back to the golf course until it gets dark and then I go off to bed. The next day, it starts all over again."
"Oh, Fred, you surely must be in heaven." "Not exactly, Darling, I'm a rabbit in Suffolk !"

Glasgow airport is at a place called Abbottsinch.

A Scottish Poem...

~OR~

As Burns might have put it...

Twas doon by the inch o' Abbots
Oor Johnny walked one day
When he saw a sicht that troubled him
Far more than he could say.

A fanatic muslim bastard
Wiz doin what he had planned
And intae Glesca's departure hall
A Cherokee he'd rammed.

A big Glaswegian polis
Came forward tae assist
He thocht a wumman driver
Or at least someone half-pissed...

But to his shock nae drunken Jock
Emerged to grasp his hand
But a flamin Arab loony
Frae Al Qaeda's outlawed band

The mad Islamist nut-case
Had set himself on fire
And swung oot at the polis
GBH his clear desire

Now that's no richt oor Johnny cried
And sallied intae the fray
A left hook and a heid butt
Was required tae save the day.

Now listen up Bin Laden
Yir sort's no wanted here
For imported English radicals
Us Scoatsmen hiv nae fear

Oor hame grown Glesca Asians
Will have nae bluidy truck
So tak yer worldwide jihad
An get yersel tae F*CK!!!!