A Scotsman, a Welshman and a purple cow walk into

1. The train to Edinburgh is mobbed. About 20 of us stand crammed in the aisle and doorway while the first class carriage is completely empty. The stop before Edinburgh a family wedge their way on and without hesitation just say to us all, let's just go in there. Oh, alright then. Maybe we all thought about it but til they said it out loud no one dared. It's good to bend the rules sometimes.

2. I see what the National Theatre of Wales have been up to. Best use of wardrobes in a set I've ever seen.

3. The sun is shining and it's a coat off, sunglasses on walk through the West End fair where I pick up a present for Morgan and a cool key ring for me. I think I know where I'm going, turns out I don't, but it involves a big long stroll down Leith Walk. Sunshine on Leith and all that. I make it to the installation and it's worth the walk. This is a twenty minute film by an artist who is documenting a group of guys in rural Aberdeenshire. One of them has built a full blown cowboy town in his back garden. It's got a saloon and a general store, proper streets, the lot. It's ace. It's a place for middle aged blokes to play at cowboys, ken.

4. The DPJ show starts rather beautifully and promises something eerie and weird as one group of us are lead to a white room and told to get into white silk sleeping bags and fill out a questionnaire. A technical hitch calls a halt so I have no idea how it ends.

5. On the way to the station I spend some time on the Scotsman Steps. The artist Martin Creed has covered each step with a different slate from around the world. What once was a gloomy, smelly, slightly scary place is a multi-coloured, gleaming, elegant, surprising city stairwell.