Feuding faery lords, missing whisky, magic carpets, firestones and ancient spells in the middle of Edinburgh. "Well, I didn't ask to be a pigeon . . . I wanted to be an eagle, didn't I? . . . Why couldn't we have been eagles instead of pigeons? What a life Nothing but cooo, cooo and peck, peck, all the time." ". . . This is the High Street not the Highlands We're no here to cause a sensation, and . . . if it weren't...