The Last Straw

The day started at Buchanan St Bus Station minding a band as part of the Last Mile programme. I discovered, much to my disgust, that it had really started wtih a bird crapping all down my back.

The day ended at the Brunswick Stage, with a glass of chilled Rioja to celebrate the success of the MCF. It also ended with a seagull crapping over most of us.

Lucky me?