Well, apparently things got a little hacky last night. While I was out and about in Glasgow, someone was fiddling with my gmail. Tsk.
So, if you tuned in and got a big advert for a sex bride or really white teeth, then I'm sorry. And, if I've sent you an email promising similar services, or even just announcing that I'm bored and would be happy to pleasure you by premium-rate phone number, then I'm equally sorry. Although I have got a six-hour train journey today and no special plans, so....
Two things.Firstly - Gmail's way of proving I'm real is, roughly...
1) Morning! Your gmail may have been hacked.
2) Send us your mobile number and we'll reactivate your account.
3) Don't forget to pick a new password!
Can you see the flaw there? I'm not Chloe from CTU but I can.
Anyway, Glasgow has been its usual lovely self. One highlight was staggering out of the Polo Lounge at "Too Old For This" o'clock and sitting down for a last cigarette by a police box. I think this is cool. Taxis think this is In The Way.
Two very pretty lesbians wander over. They are on their way home but one of them wants to make sure I'm okay. This is Glasgow. People do this.
"What's his name, sweetheart? Did he break your heart?"
No, I say. I am just sat here smoking before going back to the hotel. I am wary and from London. Why are they being nice to me? Do they want a free cigarette or some money or to sell me some of the drugs?
Pretty lesbian just shrugs. "Do you listen to Chris Moyles?" she asks. And then explains that he's shit. At quite some length. Then she and her girlfriend start yelling "Save 6music" a lot. I think I join in.
These are clearly my new best friends and wonderful people. Until one of them leans forward and says, "And I'm gay, but I would do that George Lamb in a heartbeat."
I go home.
3 comments:
You can't judge lesbians too harshly for not knowing what boys to do/not do. It's like someone saying 'No, I never watch films - but Dude, Where's My Car? is surely the best piece of cinema ever!'. You smile and love them anyway.
Welcome back to Glesga
it truely is one of the few places, where you can go knowing nobody, and leave knowing half the city, though not in a biblical sense as Glasgow is too puritanical to actually have sex ;)
Haste ye back, as they say
it was a lovely weekend, thank you. I like the Glasgow.
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