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at home I'm still a tourist
May. 11th, 2008 12:28 pmAh, home. Hotels are so much nicer *moves piles of festering laundry*
I went to Manchester for stressy work, and then to Glasgow for even more, and then I saw my stepmum K. which was very nice in a WTF sort of way - is it me or is having breakfast while watching Will and Grace sort of strange? - and then I worked and worked and worked and then it was the weekend \o/ Well, half a weekend.
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f4f3 now has a totally new flat in Kelvinside (mimics accent)- one of those gorgeous villas with huge high ceilings - a stone's throw from the River Kelvin itself.
Friday evening morphed into an impromptu housewarming, with an entire bevy (bevvy?) of internet people including the very lovelydeililly who made me stay up til 2.30 am drinking champagne and putting the world to rights. In the same way that f4f3 frogmarched me to Oran Mor earlier that night for a whisky cocktail.
On Saturday I went for a run up the Kelvin river walkway, past all the attractive Glasgow people walking their sheepdogs. You know, I lived there 18 years and never knew there was a real river there? Then my hosts abandoned me, to run off to the Highlands, and I went walking by the river the other way. I had tea in a little hippy teahouse perched above the water, that seemed to have its roots in Goa rather than Glasgow; and walked on through the green, green park to Kelvingrove Art Gallery.
It was such a lovely day. Kelvingrove is a fantastic building, with echoes of St. Pancras Station in all the Gothic spires. Someone was playing bits of Saint-Saens Organ Symphony (you want the bit at 2 mins 20) on the gigantic organ in the upper hall, and I strolled around the Mackintosh gallery and paid homage to the portraits in the Glasgow Boys exhibition, and Dali's Christ of St. John of the Cross. Then went across the road and had the best Indian food possibly in my life ever at the Mother India Cafe. Phew.
Great food, beautiful city, very silly friends. Rather strange to get acquainted with the city of my childhood quite so late, but very pleasant.
I went to Manchester for stressy work, and then to Glasgow for even more, and then I saw my stepmum K. which was very nice in a WTF sort of way - is it me or is having breakfast while watching Will and Grace sort of strange? - and then I worked and worked and worked and then it was the weekend \o/ Well, half a weekend.
f4f3 now has a totally new flat in Kelvinside (mimics accent)- one of those gorgeous villas with huge high ceilings - a stone's throw from the River Kelvin itself.Friday evening morphed into an impromptu housewarming, with an entire bevy (bevvy?) of internet people including the very lovely
deililly who made me stay up til 2.30 am drinking champagne and putting the world to rights. In the same way that f4f3 frogmarched me to Oran Mor earlier that night for a whisky cocktail.On Saturday I went for a run up the Kelvin river walkway, past all the attractive Glasgow people walking their sheepdogs. You know, I lived there 18 years and never knew there was a real river there? Then my hosts abandoned me, to run off to the Highlands, and I went walking by the river the other way. I had tea in a little hippy teahouse perched above the water, that seemed to have its roots in Goa rather than Glasgow; and walked on through the green, green park to Kelvingrove Art Gallery.
It was such a lovely day. Kelvingrove is a fantastic building, with echoes of St. Pancras Station in all the Gothic spires. Someone was playing bits of Saint-Saens Organ Symphony (you want the bit at 2 mins 20) on the gigantic organ in the upper hall, and I strolled around the Mackintosh gallery and paid homage to the portraits in the Glasgow Boys exhibition, and Dali's Christ of St. John of the Cross. Then went across the road and had the best Indian food possibly in my life ever at the Mother India Cafe. Phew.
Great food, beautiful city, very silly friends. Rather strange to get acquainted with the city of my childhood quite so late, but very pleasant.
