Edinburgh’s West End had never seen anything quite like this. Under its Regency domes and spires, all along its cobbled thoroughfares, the fashionable ladies were flushed and excited.
“Wilma, did he take your hand?” yelled one to another. “He did! He’s very warm!” came the response.
Such madness erupts when a bona fide, 24-carat film star appears, even in this, the most strait-laced of cities. George Clooney had come to Scotland’s capital and its women — and some of its men — were beside themselves.
The purpose of his visit was to endorse Social Bite, a brilliantly conceived sandwich shop for the homeless, which feeds, employs and empowers some of the most marginalised people in society. But this charitable intent was lost on many of