The first thing we saw in Glasgow was a drunk man asking us for money, the second was another drunk man congratulating the staff of Burger King for giving him such a wonderfully tasty meal. Odd place. Good gig though, tiny venue. Missed half of Capdown’s set because we got lost. The singer has played sax for ten years. A were surprisingly catchy considering all I know of theirs is Nothing. People have eaten all my flapjack and the carrot cake has gone mouldy, the only food I have left is half a jar of peanut butter and some marmalade. Haskell’s list comprehension is an amazing idea. This place has the best street names ever, maybe more on that later.
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