well, a very pleasant trip to scotland all told, if a right fucking pain to travel to (car, bus, plane, hire car), which made it a little expensiv, but hey. It's nice in the sense that it is all so familiar having been there so many times growing up. Weather was canny, just a little too windy and a touch chilly. Prestwick airport was a bit of a dump like, it resembled a run down comprehensive school overrun by bored scandinavians, but it was a little closer to where I needed to be than glasgow so I shouldn't complain. trouble with it being so small is they have narrow points that are haunted by credit card sales people, I had to take detours through shops selling cuddly nessies and shortbread. Why do europeans all wear cagools? Upon getting through security you have the most fuck-awful lounge to sit in while more of the bastard sales people prey on you whilst sitting down quietly trying not to go fucking mad. Upon getting through secutiry they actually force you to walk through the duty free shop, they have blocked off the other entrance into the lounge. Actually picked the right check-in queue for once. there was an enormous fat man complaining in the other one, holding everyone up. I think he was moaning about being charged excess baggage but he made a point of saying how offended he was so I don't know if they were actually charging him for his excess flesh baggage. I wouldn't like to have been sat next to him like, he would have been overflowing into your seat, plus fat people tend to breathe really heavily which irritates. Had a fantastic air steward bloke on the way out, he looked so fucked off and bored, I was pissing myself at every roll of the eyes and languid demonstration.
Strange seeing all my dads old fishing club mates in the same clubhouse on the same caravan site, especially being a proper adult now and being allowed to drink on the grown-ups side of the clubhouse. noticed the difference with the lack of smoke in the pub (with scotland being smoke free now). was mostly much more pleasant apart from noticing how stale the place smelled and the constant gusts of arse gas floating past. There was an old bloke in there who was just ace. he had such a characterful face, a characturists dream, wish I could have sketched him myself. he was so animated and jolly, he talked to my dad in indecipherable scottish tones and I chuckled as I saw the total lack of understanding on my dads face. the bloke himself was in stiches at whatever he had said but I think only his mate could understand him. I have 2 years experience of listening to glaswegians and I didn't have a clue what he said. But all through the night he was nattering away to his mate, in fits of laughter. I couldn't help but burst out laughing when he did as it was just so infectious. cracking character. apparently he's a magistrate as well.
Well, I need to shit and sleep, I'll probably remember more tomorrow.
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