Mr Smith

Up at the crack to hurtle along a dark and rain soaked M8 to Glasgow Airport with the daughter and her chappy who are off for a few days trauchling round the rain sodden streets of Berlin. Home and back to bed before heading out again; this time for a bit of Pret, then up the High St, past the stern and unsmiling countenance of Mr Smith and down to Unknown Pleasures where I picked up 'In the Court of the Crimson King' on vinyl.
Also took in Life of Pi 3D at the Cameo - a bit of a cineast's feast is it not? The story may be something else, but that hardly seemed important.
Right, time for episode 4 of The Killing and then I'll need to think how to answer this email inviting me for a wee post-new Year beer. Oh dear!