Beer Bottom

Rush up to Glasgow on the train this evening because I got an email telling me that Nicky my beloved Nikon has at last been repaired after a couple of months. Unfortunately I'd read the email wrongly and it was only the lens that had been repaired. My fault. Trudging though a sodden wet solstice Glasgow (mid summer?!), getting soaked by inconsiderate drivers interacting with puddles I decided to cheer myself up with a wee meal at the excellent Pesto restaurant in St Vincent Street. I got involved with a tall glass of Italian lager. This picture is looking through the clear bit between the base of the glass and the amber nectar, using "Lucy" lumix, my trusty little emergency pocket camera.