Glasgow Bound

Another alarm is going off. Another cup of porridge. Another long day of driving. We had to start by 8am because that's when our parking ticket expired. 

Lots of stops and walks and castles and churches. The long walk up Dun Na Cuaiche (on the grounds of Inverary Castle) was tough but the views were worth it. Just over 90 minutes of exercise was welcomed after a few slack days.

Now I know we have sworn off chips, but somehow they made a comeback at lunch....with nachos and onion rings. Way, way too much and we should have listened to ourselves. 

The Editor may wish to add all the places we stopped (St Conan's Kirk - a lovely waterside historical church we happened upon - and Kilchurn Castle - one of the many ruins that have been closed for safety reasons).

I will say that Loch Lomond was on even par with Loch Ness for the biggest disappointment. 

It was a tough drive through the hills and winding roads. And then we got to Glasgow.

The traffic was terrible, we missed our turn off, the traffic stayed awful, but we did find a car park, which is like winning the jackpot.

We came to Glasgow for one reason, to see Rose Tattoo. It had been booked for a long time. I can't remember how it happened but we left for the concert at 7.30pm. Just as we arrived, Angry Anderson was walking across our path into the venue. He was within autograph-signing distance, but they blocked us and put up a barrier. Chance gone. I had made an Angry Anderson shirt with a photo I got from Neil Higgins (an ex-MSB work colleague) who got it from a newspaper in about 1983. The fact that I still had it says a lot about my hoarding ability. I had stated that the plan was to get Angry to sign the shirt. An hour earlier, Annette asked if I had my permanent marker ready. Oops. She went and purchased one from a shop, just in case.

Inside the venue, we got a good vantage point just behind a small seated area.....and 5m from the speakers. Probably the best spot in the house. Anyway, the concert was loud, awesome, and then it was finishing. Angry disappeared off stage as the music played, he appeared in the seated section in front of us, shaking hands and hugging people. Then he stood in front of me. I pointed to the shirt, handed him the pen and my shirt was signed. It's all a bit of a blur. Annette took a photo. Wow. This plan was hatched six months ago and it's just a bit surreal to realise how it panned out.

At some stage I hope to get my hearing back.