This was what one young chap said to me walking out of the toilet at Glasgow Central station “Can you believe it? 40p fir a piss,that’s just fuckin’criminal “

I just visited the Glasgow Gallery Of Modern Art which I may add is in a beautiful old building but I obviously don’t understand the medium too well because I’ve left the building wondering what I just saw.  However there were two old patrons in front of me looking at a picture of Princes Square shopping centre explaining the content of said piece and the conclusion was, the picture was a visual medium of the subject. Fuck me am I glad I came here to be enlightened. 

This is not a building site but part of the exhibition

Just got in from a great night at the pub with old friends, one of whom I haven’t seen in 25 years or so. Great night catching up and sinking a few pints along  the way. 

I’m going to miss this part of Scottish life although I don’t think it’s very healthy in the long run. 

Guess what? I’ve got to do this again on Sunday when I go on the Waverley booze cruise with Ken,Linda Margaret and Keith

I paid a visit to my old school in Glasgow. I haven’t been here since 1966 I think. I’m a bit vague because it was a long time ago. The school was designed by Charles Rennie McIntosh who was an architect, painter,designer and a big influence during the art deco period.  

His style is unique and so rather than me tell you all about him, please Google his name. 

I can remember helping to carry a crate of milk up to the top floor with another lad and thinking how difficult it was. The crate was digging into my hand because it was so heavy and to add insult to injury I never drank it, cause I don’t like it. 

Well I’ve handed the car back so from now in it’s going to be Shank’s Ponies or cadgin’a lift. On the upside I won’t get done for drink driving. 

Well I’ve finally succumbed to the Scottish weather because my nose is producing snot on an industrial scale. My nose is showing signs of too much tissue abuse and is now a lovely red colour, similar to the lovely sunset I saw the other night. Scottish weather is sadistic because it first of all gives you a cold and makes you miserable and then the sun shines after a few days of rain and misery but your too sick to enjoy and when you do recover Mr Blue Sky has gone away. 

It’s been a chaotic month and I’ve been meaning to write all about my travels but I’ve struggled to get the time. So this is a quick note to say that I’ll be returning the hire car soon and then it will be time to fly once more, but I will fill in the gaps along the way of the past few weeks. 

I’ve travelled from Land’s end to John O’Groats and a few other places in between and caught up with old friends along the way. I’ve had my haggis and black pudding but I’m now looking forward to a more healthier diet. Mind you they are both delicious.

Well I finally got to go to see where the filmed the Prisoner, of course I’m talking bout Portmerion in Wales. It was a bit driech when I arrived but as usual with these kind of once in a lifetime visits the sun came oot as I was leaving.

It’s a collection of building that were either bought or donated to Sir Clough Williams-Ellis between 1925 and 1975. It’s a great place to wander whatever the weather. The gardens are full of exotic plants and the buildings are just brilliant an to make it even better there was a cult TV show from the 60’s filmed here. How good is that. If you haven’t watched the Prisoner then you are missing out on one of TV’s strangest events.

This is a place where you need to come and I was surprised that it was only 11 pounds to get in, which compared to other attractions I thought was quite reasonable. The other thing I noticed is that everyone that works there speaks in Welsh which is great………It’s a pity my own country which is Scotland doesn’t push for our native tongue to be taught in all schools rather than French or German.

I arrived in Glastonbury rather late and so by the time I got to my digs it was time to eat. It was a fair drive from Cornwall to here and I find the motorways boring and tiring, there not as challenging as the twisty roads of the last few days but you still need to concentrate.

I thought that the amount of hippies walking around was just the remains of the festival from a few weeks ago but apparently not. There is a core community of the weird and the wonderful which I found interesting and fascinating. Some look like they have just discovered this life and have thrown away the shackles of the modern world to replace with the hippie uniform however not all seem to be comfortable in their new skin and I always feel they look awkward and a little sad. A little sad because they are searching for something and they just are not able to become content with their own skin.

I had an interesting conversation with a young lady from the new age Cathars. Most of the world seemingly looks through this hologram of life and completely miss the reality of it all and it seems as if the illuminati will soon be getting their comeuppance. This is a new age spirituality which I’m sure is just one of the avenues to explore if you wish to when you come to Glastonbury

However I really only came here to climb up to the Tor which is a spiritual hill in the middle of the town which has a long history. My B & B was close in the heart of town and the Tor was only around a half an hour walk, mind you the it’s a fair old climb to the top and your heart will be racing by the time you reach the top, if it’s not someone will have found you on the path lying in the mud.

I went for coffee and the 100 flying monkeys’ cafe, or something like that where I got a double shot Americano and a scone and took out a second mortgage on the house to pay for it. Just before I left I saw a sad hippie wearing only fancy baggy pants, I have a pair just like them, walk in showing off his lovely new tattoo all down is back. His nipples were standing to attention but I suppose that was nothing to do with the fact it was cold outside. The poor tattooed folks have to make the best of any fine weather, doesn’t matter that it’s cold, I’ve spent a fortune on these things and the world is going to see them.

I thoroughly recommend Glastonbury for the history, the cute hippies and the spiritual diversity or maybe you can just sit and watch the world pass the coffee shop window

I came to Port Isaac because of the TV series Doc Martin. I wanted to come to this quaint Cornish village and to see where the Doc lived. It’s easier if you park at the top of the hill and walk into town because you won’t get parked and if your car is bigger than a smart car forget it.

Not much to the place but I’m glad I popped my head in as it gave me another excuse to have a Cornish Pasty.