You Keep Me So Near...

Yesterday, after a busy morning at the allotment, (see extra) we headed up to Glasgow, for there was a "Merchant City Festival" on. 

So we went. 

Tee-shirts and jeans. And it started raining at the second train station. 

Still, it kept dry until we got along and bimbled along with market stalls.

Markets used to be places where you went and bought cheap tat you couldn't buy anywhere else.   Nowadays, markets are places you go to buy expensive tat you may or may not be able to buy somewhere else, dependent on the monetary value or subject matter.

After we tired of pretending to think about buying expensive tat; we headed for our favourite brew house - Brewdog's DogHouse smack bang in the middle of the Merchant City. 

We were exceptionally lucky and got a seat, Himself, of course had to wait fifteen minutes until everyone around him and behind him was served (I Don't  know why they don't see him, but they NEVER do).... then we decided to eat there too. Himself decided to make himself seen, and threw his pint on the floor.  

Wow - Those Punky kids certainly shoot into action.  One of them ran off with the glass., one of them wiped the table down, and another came along with a mop and bucket and "wet here" sign. 

And then the first one came back with a fresh pint.  It might look relaxed and casual, but boy a lot of effort goes into making it look that way. 

On the way home, We stayed on the train and stopped in town and had another couple of drinks in town, and then on the 3 minute train journey back home, I was educated in the means of having anal sex with a man with a short penis, courtesy of a group of gals who were very drunk, very vocal and very, very loud. 

I could barely believe what I Was hearing them squeal about - it was exceptionally graphic; Himself almost wetting himself laugh at my discomfort 

Weird end, to a lovely, busy day.