The Day I May Have Seen Sean Connery Come My Way

A long time ago, with a fresh university degree in my pocket, I left the Netherlands and headed to Scotland, because a certain amount of luck and coincidence had landed me a job there. For a few years, I lived in beautiful Edinburgh, tried to decipher the various Scottish accents (trickier the closer you get to the west coast; also, trickier the more beer the speaker has ingested) and was introduced to fine single malt whiskies. Wonderful city, wonderful country, wonderful times. Times when you could still see Radiohead play in a bar in the Cow Gate, their single Creep already all the rage but the huge success of the band still just around the corner. Times when you could still see comedian Craig Ferguson do a midnight show at the Edinburgh Festival, long before he became a famous American talk show host. Times when an acquaintance, who was the flatmate of the personal assistant of former Marillion singer and now solo artist Fish, would from time to time answer the often drunk and rude phone calls from the poetic musician himself. <a href="https://hancraft.medium.com/the-day-i-may-have-seen-sean-connery-come-my-way-c923d566666c">Learn More</a>