i was woke this morning by someone phoning looking for 'the fish people'. they are a fishmongers at sheilds road underground and unfortunately their phone number is only one digit away from mine. so we get a lot of wrong numbers.
behold. the wonderful simplicity of the glasgow underground. a perfect zero. like in the hudsucker proxy. you know for kids. none of this changing trains claptrap or different coloured lines. its either clockwise or anticlockwise and they both get there in the end. today was very drab. i think summer is over. just watching mad men. not too bad.