try glasgow more

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...

[abandons plan for lengthy and unfunny thing about the noble family line of "food-bloke"; settles instead for going ":p"]

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

yeh. no wonder he decided to go off and live on the moon.

this is the car's name, right?

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i think.

I have tons of free time to take off work and can easily come down to Prestwick to get you in my sadly-nameless Fiesta. The A77 is a fab road and even if it wasn't it's better than being in work. If anyone wants to come with me and tie it in with a visit to a garden centre, there are two very nice ones in the vicinity of Prestwick.

Alternatively, if your flight times are not that work-friendly, you can get off the Prestwick-Glasgow train at Paisley and I can skive off work and show you some "lovely" pubs until Madchen gets out of work. (Madchen, should I take them to Langs?)

a cab to glasgow from prestwick will actually set you back about £70 so don't do it. i got one once in an emergency and nearly had a heart attack when presented with the total.

the facilities at prestwick have actually improved quite a bit recently. they're pretty much on a par with the awfulness that is glasgow airport's catering now.

Cozen, the thing you have missed is that we are being *nice* to our visitors. And I want a skive off work.

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a minicab or a hack?