Kiss me and smile for me

They left tonight

We took them up to Buchanan Street Bus Station for the 1015pm to Heathrow.

Heavens above. That is some place to be at that time of night.

The sights you see when you haven’t a gun.

Fat lad in a pink Lycra sweat suits.

Two 60 plus ladies trying to find a bus back to Perth - one with a mouth rotating nonsense the other so drunk she could not speak. Just grin. Toothlessly at everyone.

The couple rowing about who was carrying the bag which was dropped and smashed red wine everywhere.

They waited for me to howl. But I didn’t.

Maybe I’m getting used to it. Or maybe it’s because they’ll be back in four weeks before heading off again.