I've been a bit grumpy about Aberdeen sometimes, since moving here. I said things I didn't mean, some unfair accusations were made... but Aberdeen, it's not you, it's me. Actually, I tell a lie. It's winter. Urgh. I mean, Union Street still needs to pull its finger out, but it's not your fault if you look gross in the sleet and the wind and the miserable drizzle. I'm sorry, Aberdeen. Let's start over.