We are back from the great steaming metropolis of Glasgow! Two days of shopping, more shopping with a bit of shopping thrown in to add variety. I had forgotten how much I used to enjoy just mooching about looking at things.
Between shopping bouts we lounged around in our HUGE hotel room, played with all the knobs and buttons in the shower, or tried to sleep. I say "tried" because I had forgotten how bloody noisy cities can be; especially on a Friday night.
It seemed like every drunk person for 300 miles had come to Glasgow to shout at each other just outside our hotel. When they got bored with shouting at each other (or singing) and quietened down a bit the police would drive around with their sirens blaring till everyone got fired up and back into the shouting mood. It went on like that for hours.
Saturday night was quieter.
Another of the forgotten joys of wandering around Big Cities with nothing much to do is the chance to overhear little snippets of total stanger's conversations. Like reading random pages of a blog I guess but with no way of putting them into any kind of context.
I overheard this this piece of conversation in a bookshop in Sauchiehall Street. A middle-aged couple were looking at a glossy well llustrated book about Historic Houses
Between shopping bouts we lounged around in our HUGE hotel room, played with all the knobs and buttons in the shower, or tried to sleep. I say "tried" because I had forgotten how bloody noisy cities can be; especially on a Friday night.
It seemed like every drunk person for 300 miles had come to Glasgow to shout at each other just outside our hotel. When they got bored with shouting at each other (or singing) and quietened down a bit the police would drive around with their sirens blaring till everyone got fired up and back into the shouting mood. It went on like that for hours.
Saturday night was quieter.
Another of the forgotten joys of wandering around Big Cities with nothing much to do is the chance to overhear little snippets of total stanger's conversations. Like reading random pages of a blog I guess but with no way of putting them into any kind of context.
I overheard this this piece of conversation in a bookshop in Sauchiehall Street. A middle-aged couple were looking at a glossy well llustrated book about Historic Houses
She:
It's a book about houses
He:
(Pointing at an illustration in the book)
We went to that house didn't we?
Didn't stay long. Just looked at the garden.
She:
Should we buy it for Dave? He likes houses.
(pause)
He:
He's got a lot of books.
She:
I bought him a book once.
He:
Did he read it?
She:
Yes
He:
Was it a very thick book?
She:
No.
(pause)
I didn't buy it here though. I bought it at Border's
It's a book about houses
He:
(Pointing at an illustration in the book)
We went to that house didn't we?
Didn't stay long. Just looked at the garden.
She:
Should we buy it for Dave? He likes houses.
(pause)
He:
He's got a lot of books.
She:
I bought him a book once.
He:
Did he read it?
She:
Yes
He:
Was it a very thick book?
She:
No.
(pause)
I didn't buy it here though. I bought it at Border's
At which point they moved on. I don't know why but I find that sort of thing endlessly funny.
Last night (again on Sauchiehall Street) we were passing a Burger King and a teenage girl came rushing out and up to her girlfriend who was standing on the street.
Girl One:(Frantic)
The toilets are for customers only!
Girl Two:
Want me to come in and buy something?
Girl One:(Very Frantic)
Yes!!!!!!
The toilets are for customers only!
Girl Two:
Want me to come in and buy something?
Girl One:(Very Frantic)
Yes!!!!!!
They both rushed back inside.
What a great friend.
- Current reading: Lisa Alther - Kinflicks
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