Gurgle Gurgle

Fed up eating out already, and went out tonight in search of something light. Passed this Morrocan restaurant where everyone was sitting out on the pavement sucking on hookahs, and filling the freezing night air with scented vapour and the sound of gurgling, like nicotine sticky lungs.

In the end I found a Tesco Express and retreated to my hotel room with a pack of cheese and ham sandwiches. Oh the glamour of it all!

Flying to Glasgow tomorrow.