try glasgow more

I have an offer of cash to tide me over tonight, but it depends on how long it takes me to sort all this out :(

Woo purse!

I cannot get a decent night's sleep after booze on a schoolnight, I always fear I'm going to sleep in and miss work, so I just don't sleep properly. Result = knackeredness disguised as a hangover.

Well done on giving up smoking boys!

gaaaaAAAAAaaah. plums. arses. etc.

absolutely fantastic to meet you all (including the brief cameo by mr ailsa at the end): it was a top night. i feel better this morning than i have any right to; i'm still expecting some kind of delayed-hangover action to kick in.

looking forward to doing it all over again in two weeks, only a) for two nights, and b) with added ned.

The knackeredness disguised as hangover mutated into a hangover somewhere around eleven o'clock. I therefore made the wise move today of booking a day of annual leave the day after the Ned/Dot to Dot summit.

Madchen may have been misleading you all with the two weeks till NedFAP line she was peddling last night. Too much IPA young lady, it's definitely three weeks.

and yes, you're right: it's definitely three weeks till nedFAP. which is just as well because next week i have a two-night pan-scotland booze marathon, and no time off work. my poor liver needs all the rest it can get.

Anyway, it was grebt (I can't believe I managed to pronounce that) to meet you all. I will be Trying Glasgow More again in the summer, I suspect, after today's meeting.

I wasn't hung over at all. I put this down to alcoholism.

Haha, I totally forgot about "grebt". I also put this down to alcoholism.

I still remain staggered that there exists an ILXor who doesn't know who Ned is (even though his doppelganger was at the bar). Three weeks time, this will be put to rights, I'm sure.

Can we not pick the D&M next time - bar staff far too insistent on observing drinking up times, rubbish seating arrangements, Escheresque path to the ladies loo. Also proximity to station = I don't need to leave just yet to get the train --> oops I missed the train.

In other news: I have spilled very orange food down my pale green top.

The *actual* Glasgow Glasgow Airport is in Inchinnan, near Paisley, 8 miles from Glasgow. It doesn't have a train station.

christ, i'm turning into an A77 bore. fuck.

or you can pay something horrific like 35 quid for a cab.

The trains are quite nice when you're on them, and do whizz you to Central, but like Fiendish says the Sunday service is plums.

this conversation actually happened, about a year ago, when i was flying to dublin.

me: "hello there, mr food bloke. can i have one of those pies?"
bloke: "no."
me: "?!"
bloke: "pies is lunch food. we're only doing breakfast now."
me: "what time does lunch start?"
bloke: "noon."
me: "it's 11.58."
bloke: "yus. breakfast time."
me: "look. the pie's sitting there. why can't i have it?"
bloke [not arsey, just painfully shocked]: "but ... but ... pies is lunch food. before noon is breakfast."
me: "right."
[taps foot, whistles, scratches arse for two minutes]
me: "can i have that pie, please?"
bloke: "certainly, sir. that'll be £8."

I think it's £2.60 single if you've got your Ryanair printout. You have to have the bit of paper - they won't accept "this is my booking reference" as proof, even though it's good enough for the airline.

Also, I'm sure you already know that Prestwick Airport is the only place in Britain ever visited by Elvis.

probably one of my top 10 funnest moments was on the train from prestwick going into glasgow, my sister and I were talking about something dumb and we were laughing so hard we were weeping...