Day off in Glasgow 2006

The next day, I woke up fairly early to catch my flight from Belfast to Glasgow. I decided to spend my day off in Glasgow, as it was cheaper to fly there and get a train to Aberdeen than to fly direct to Aberdeen.

I arrived in Glasgow and dragged my suitcase through the streets, to the B+B I was staying in. It was bonfire night and I had planned to go and see the fireworks display on The Green later that evening.

I went out for a wander around Glasgow and then decided to get some food. I thought Chinese would be nice so I found one of those all you can eat buffet things and went there. It was the first meal I’d had since Thursday night. It’s so difficult to eat properly when you are travelling around. You just get off the bus/train/plane, check into the hotel and head to the venue, maybe grabbing a packet of crisps or something in between.

So I came out of there suitably full up. I was really tired by this point so I decided not to bother with the fireworks and retired to my hotel room for the evening instead. I watched a bit of TV and generally chilled out.

I went to sleep around 10ish, but I couldn’t sleep properly. At around 3.30am I was awoken by one of the local Glasgow gentlemen shouting rather loudly at the ‘Fokin Bastid’ outside my window. The shouting went on for around half an hour. If I had a pound for every time he shouted ‘Fokin’ I could have paid for the tour twice over. The shouting ended because the ‘Fokin Bastid’ was ‘Ronin Awee’ Thank god for that I thought. Just keep ‘Ronin’ and I can get some kip!