Glasgow

I am sitting in a coffee house in the West End of Glasgow drinking a latte. Yep, I always feel a bit let down by the "poshness" of the city. Perhaps, I have just been brainwashed my the English propaganda machine. There are plenty of hard men in the streets and pubs. Two police walked into the pub we were in last night. This looked the same as the regular patrols around Lark lane. I have found a place to live. I am going to move ino a flat with two bedrooms, a working shower, and no holes in the bathroom. This will be a luxury I have nt had in Liverpoool (although I could have moved to a nicer place).