Spent the day around Glasgow before the epic, rather torturous bus ride to Derbyshire which still isn't over. Glasgow is nice, pleasant, but not as special as Edinburgh. There's nothing wrong with it, but there's nothing particularly spectacular about it either. It's not a Gold Star city like I think Edinburgh is.
Nevertheless, had a nice wander around the shops before a long-awaited pasty lunch. Walked to St Mungo's Museum of Religious Life and Art - a really lovely little museum, probably the first time I've actually looked at and read every last thing in a museum. The cathedral was next door, and the necropolis rose on a hill behind that. Very calming and peaceful, those three together.
Walked to Sauchiehall Street Mall, admired the mob of film geeks queueing up to meet Quentin Tarantino.
Took the train to Edinburgh to get my bus, which stopped in Glasgow anyway, so that's 10 pounds wasted. Oh well.
On the bus, was joined by World's Most Annoying Man, who was so annoying, he may really have a screw loose. He was the foulest-mouthed person I've ever met, said that my being a teacher was "shite," ranted about Aussie and Kiwi bartenders, then ranted about Polish migrants and how he was the only one who could see it (huh?). When we arrived in Manchester, he said, "the faggots will be out on parade," so he ranted about gays as well. And although I said THREE TIMES that I needed to sleep, he kept ranting. Goodness.
Dear Annoying Man,
Be quiet. I do not care to hear about Poles, Australians, gays, or those "fucking moors" any more.
Sincerely,
Bob.
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