The Leither Hotel was an urban legend in 1976. A run-down shack, halfway down Leith Walk, it was a complete dump but had a certain reputation. It was said that if you could survive a night at The Leither Hotel, you were a real Leither Stanton didn’t know about that, it seemed to him that the place was losing it’s edge. It was owned by the hardest man in Leith and had a strict door policy, nailed to the front:

“Nae Bankers, Nae Toff Bastards and Nae Fannies”.

 Aye, well, maybe they would have to score out the last bit, thought Stanton, cause the place had been bloody full of them last time he was in.

 The Hotel Bar was the main place of business; with a kind of rough hierarchy you didn’t mess with. Three Piece and Fat Nacho had their corner booth, Stanton had a table and Lord Muck would occasionally be allowed in but only if he was gambling, so the locals could fleece him. The Pilrig Sisters ran their gang out of the rooms upstairs, which were used for anything but hospitality.