The First Day Out

I’ve been in the house for a couple of days now, and felt confident enough to brave downtown Glasgow by myself. Run some errands, take a look back around. Things were still familiar from 2000, but there are always new things to see in any major metropolis. And, by Mackintosh’s beard, this one was no different.

I’m sorry. I truly am. I had to go into the dreaded Games Workshop store to buy some cyanoacrylate glue. DHL not only killed my drum, they damaged Great Cthulhu, as well. But he is immortal, and surely fixable. I had to give a piece of my soul away to GW to do so.


See the tart walking in front of the store? That’s the closest those boys will ever come to female contact. Ah, just like home! The shop is located off Sauchiehall Street, which is almost exactly like Market in San Francisco, but not open to cars. Financial district, big shopping area, lots of people and things to look at. I found GW on Hope Street, but there was no hope there. They must craft employees out of their figure molds, because they ALL act the same, wherever you are in the world. The guy behind the counter was nice enough, but his actions were exagerated, his attitude too overjoyed at my presense, and the bastard called me, “Chief.”

Die, Games Workshop.

I walked around until blisters formed on my feet, noticing most quickly and importantly the inane amount of topheaviness rampant in Glaswegian women. I’ve always joked that the city is a bit closer to sea level than the rest of Scotland, but I’m beginning to believe the joke, myself. I looked dillegently on my handy map for the respite from Mountains of Massive Mammaries, but none was to be found, so I grinned and bore it. Hard life, hard times. It’s just how it is. This is no joke; the place is massive.

Buchanan Street

Picked up some flowers for dear Jennie’s birthday this evening, and also some for my wonderful hosts. I feel indebted to them for their kindness; a little token of flowers is absolutely nothing. Hit Borders, and was blown away by their Scottish History section. Go figure, even the chain stores are better-stocked than at home. I found at least three new histories of the Rebellions published in the past two years, and had to indulge to some degree, but money is tight, and I feel I can justify these expenditures as research material for my thesis. They are certainly relevant, but I only got one.

I’m in love with the architecture of Glasgow. I snapped just a few of my favorite buildings and their detailed cornices and grotesques.
Gorgeous Architecture
Building Detail
And More...

And I would be sorely remiss in not parading the lovely home in which I’m currently billeted, until next week. Yes, even the houses have names over here.
The Ol' Homestead

I dodged McDonalds, Burger Kings, and the like, but was finally taken in by a wee Subway at the end of Sauchiehall, when my stomach could be ignored no more. As I told cygnoir, “What can I say? I was jonesing for a Southwestern Steak and Cheese, and all they have in the southwest of THIS country are Episcopalians and Sheep.” And the latter don’t make a very good sandwich.

More as it comes!

3 Responses to “The First Day Out”

  1. parklygirl Says:
    September 7th, 2003 at 7:23 am

    Ahh, so many things to say!
    2) Must… go… back… to… Europe! ::looks at pictures longingly
    3) We miss you!!

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    September 7th, 2003 at 11:30 am

    Oh Yeah!?
    1) You cannae prove it!
    2) Come on out! We're all waiting.
    3)And I, you. And yours.

  3. cygnoir Says:
    September 7th, 2003 at 1:16 pm

    If Bee visits you, that means I get to watch Weasley! Yay!

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