Still honeymooning in Dubai en route to Mauritius, last I heard.
Daniela Scott, who spent nine years on the staff at Gordon’s Trattoria on the High Street, and Francesco Marino swanned off from Edinburgh, sated by a wedding lunch at the Balmoral Hotel, organised by restaurteur Gordon and prepared by the hotel’s exec chef Jeff Bland.
Says Gordon: “I wanted to ensure the newlyweds went on their way, their tums far from rumbling, so I left them in the expert hands of Jeff who served up the canneloni and steak.”
Mr and Mrs Scott were married in St Mary’s Cathedral by Father Hugh, an essentially humourous priest and friend of the family.
It was the day after Norrie Rowan’s birthday. How old? “Fifty plus vat,” snapped Norrie, pictured above, never stuck for an answer. Sixty-two, in fact and, considering he’s been to hell and back a few times, wearing it well. He had a lunch imminent, for Roger Baird, formerly with Kelso.
“He played 40 times for Scotland and never scored,’’ said Norrie, who has contrbuted to the Cowgate’s character with a cow’s bum displayed from one of his properties. ‘‘Roger, oddly enough, was top try-scorer for the British Lions in ’83.”
So it’s a funny old game, rugby.
Elton John ruminating at 66: “The funny thing is, Bernie Taupin and I made Captain Fantastic and Brown Dirt Cowboy in 1975 and now Bernie has tuned into the Brown Dirst Cowboy. He lives on a ranch. And I’m Captain Fantastic becaude I’m larger than life.”