I attract bizarre situations. Always have done. Last night, after the Metallica gig, I couldn’t find the guys I was there with so started walking back from the SECC, through the Anderston area of Glasgow to get to Queen Street train station. About 10 minutes into my walk, I spot a marginally inebriated guy contemplating [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Glasgow’
The oldest punk in Scotland and nae bran scones
I spent yesterday in East Kilbride. I’d never been there before yesterday and I am unlikely to be back. Actually it was Hairmyres rather than East Kilbride. Hairmyres sounds like a medical condition. – Doctor, my head is itching like mad. – I suspect you’ve got Hairmyres son. These tablets should clear it up. – [...]
The Great Glasgow Butterkist Heist
It’s not every day that you are walking past a shop and a family sized bag of butterkist comes flying out the door. To be fair, it’s not every day you are walking by a shop which sells butterkist. This happened to me in Glasgow the other night. I was on my way up Sauchiehall [...]
Gigs, travels and travesties
This has to be the slowest week on record. Yesterday seemed to drag on for an eternity, mainly due to being very tired. Wednesday night was the Alter Bridge gig in Glasgow. Whilst the gig finished about 11pm, the journey back from Glasgow (on a packed train full of Man Utd supporters) seemed to take [...]
Two cities, a hug and a clockwork orange
I was on the 7am train to Glasgow this morning. Not a good time to have to catch a train to get to a 9am meeting. Such is travel to and from Edinburgh these days. It seems Scotrail are making a hash of the railway lines at the same time as Edinburgh City Council are [...]
