A Wee Bit Nippy

So, Glasgow. Not the warmest of places, really.

I'm in Glasgow Airport, one of the scenic wonders of the world right now. This is an exaggeration, or more strictly speaking a bare faced lie. Not that I'm not in Glasgow Airport - I am - but the splendour around me is, well, non-splendourous. It's also cold here. About freezing, give or take a few degrees. Nice weather to stand outside in the cold for half an hour waiting for a taxi that'll be there in five minutes. I just love taxis.

I'm here in the cold northern wastes because of work. Sometimes I am not a fan of work. It seems to send me to silly places for no good reason, like today where I spent most of my time here sitting behind a desk doing my usual work, but taking more time to do it because instead of turning to the person next to me, I was at the other end of the country.

However, it has been full of contrasts. For example, this morning I had a really nice Easyjet flight. A freak, I am sure. I also met lots of non-grumpy Glaswegians, evidently stereotyping has done them a disservice.

Twenty seconds left on this internet, so off I go.