Month: November 2014

Thought I’d share a wee vintage post I first put up on Facebook in November 2012, precisely two years ago—an actual wee history/geography lesson I got that night on the number 38 to Spateston… Boy: (of about 7/8) “Mam, who built Adrian’s Wall?” Woman: “China.” Boy: “Was it?” Woman: “Aye. Ye can see it fae space.” Boy: “Really?” Woman: “Aye really.” Boy:… Read more →

So I left the theatre in the West End tonight (Glasgow, not London) and ran for the tube (Subway, not Underground), and I caught the inner circle by the skin of my teeth and whizzed round to St Enoch. And I turn on to Argyle St just in time to see my bus sitting at the lights, so I run… Read more →

I figured I should post something to get the ball rolling (or the engine started, haw haw), so here’s one of my vintage posts from 7th December 2012, Facebooked live from my seat on the bus as the episode unfolded…   I got on the number 9 this morning, and about half way in to the journey a humongous fat stubbly man… Read more →