As I already wrote, I went up to Glasgow last week to see some friends. It was so much fun – and a great way to spend the reading week (I did read as well, during the trip I started reading Jonathan Safran Foer’s latest book, Eating Animals. Read it).
So, during our four days up north we walked around town, saw the obligatory Mackintosh and visited the Glasgow School of Art where our host Anne is studying), went to the botanic gardens to hide from the cold, travelled almost full circle with the metro (I’m so glad that there’s another city with a subway line as pathetic as the one Helsinki), had lunch with Franz Ferdinand’s drummer Paul Thomson*, went our teachers private view at the Street Level Gallery, visited three bars/clubs in one night (one of them smelled so badly of mold that we had to get out, in the other there was a DJ set by one of the members of Hot Chip – probably one of the slimiest guys I’ve ever seen!) and stared stunned at girls wearing strapless minidresses and gladiator sandals in the end of January.
On the train back we ended up in the same coach with football fans and had to listen to nostalgic reviews of football games played in 1982 for three hours. Thank God the train was 15 early in London. Otherwise my head would have exploded.
Here’s the trip in pictures:
* Actually, we didn’t have lunch with Paul, we just happened to eat lunch in the same place as him, his two kids and his wife Esther (who is apparetly is the singer of a band called Cash Machine and she also DJ’s together with her husband under the name Polyester, which I think is a rather brilliant name for the duo).
