I’m just back from Edinburgh and Dundee. No photos I’m afraid – unless you want to see blurry pictures from the Forth Rail Bridge half-obscured by bits of the bridge’s structure, or an entirely black picture I took just as my train entered a tunnel.
I am now going to enjoy three nights in a row in my own bed. No Maps gig on Friday for me – as GV points out, it’s sold out – which is a big shame but I will console myself with buying the Maps album in town tomorrow.
Not that I need much consoling, really – I’ve just caught up on my blog feed and Niall’s latest offering is a hysterical and yet slightly disturbing insight into what happens when you’re bored on an oil rig.
Anyway, time to sign off. It’s quarter past unexpected already…