Going Nowhere
At times like this I'm reminded of that old joke about the headline in a London newspaper: Fog In Channel - Continent Cut Off.
Tonight the rest of Scotland has been cut off from Inverness and yet the people here in Glasgow are going about their business without any sense of anxiety or panic. That's except for those, like me, who turned up at Queen Street station only to be told that no trains were running north of Perth and, just in case you thought you'd be a clever dick and catch a bus, well, the road is blocked too. So no luck, suckers.
That's not exactly how they phrased it on the public address system, but I listened very carefully to that woman's voice and there was a definite hint of glee. Well it sounded less like travel advice and more like a telling off.
So I've been wandering the city streets, staring into shop windows and exchanging merry banter with Big Issue vendors. Sadly the exchange rate for banter is not what it was and many have demanded actual coinage.
All being well there will be an overnight thaw and I'll be on that early morning train to my Highland home. If not, I'll be looking for a room to rent until April.
Any offers?
Comments
or to comment.