Yeah…you’d love Glasgow on a weekend night!

and Dave sounds like a right fucking wanker… i may have accidentally had to spill his pint on his lap… but then that’d be a waste of good lager.

The train had a toilet but the wastepaper bin had fallen off and was hanging by its hinges, and in these absurdly over-cautious times, it was deemed a H&S risk, so the loo couldn’t be used. It did get repaired, eventually, but too late for me.

Yeah, Miss B would much prefer a soundtrack put together by you than me :) But I’m working on her.

First class on British trains isn’t what it was, but when you’re not used to it, the space and that everyone has a table, and you’re served at your seat, is quite luxurious.

Things are going well on the whole. Miss B has definitely brightened things up.

We entered a competition (multiple times) to win a week in NYC. Had we won, you’d have been enlisted in showing me round some of your state. All the best to you all. Hope your daughter’s OK now.

All good wishes to your daughter. You must be very proud.

I’m guessing the girl’s music wasn’t house. Am I right?

Maybe you should put in for PM. They seem to have a revolving door policy.

First class travel will ruin you. I was given a courtesy upgrade to first on a plane once. A terrible kick in the pants when I had to walk back to coach the next flight.

How are you, pal? Everything okay? All good wished to you.

I’ve no idea how I managed to get the right one. I kept thinking that if only I can find one number on the little wheels, I can then work it out by stepwise motion.

But I just could not see a thing. Neither could I sense the wheels going into place, that sort of bedding down feeling that can give combination locks away. It was sheer fluke, and came after a long time of trying and trying. The situation was bordering on the tearful. I haven’t felt so relieved to flop down on a bed for a long time.