It's not home.

I'm in my hotel room in Glasgow. However good a room it is, however many extras it contains, it's not home. Even in good hotels, and the Hilton isn't bad, they don't give the sense of home, and that's what I miss.

I'm speaking tonight at a Burns Supper after a busy working day. I hope my voice holds out, as I've still got a bad cough.

That reminds me. I've got 45 minutes to prepare my Immortal Memory, so Ill take my leave of you all now.