robertons close. me, by dave.
i get chills thinking about the deteriorating underground city beneath these streets.
en route to glasgow.
famous music venue in glasgow.
haggis. not bad at all. minus the tidbit aftertaste of earwax.
okay, i’m stupid. i know. but i was really excited to see the red telephone booths
so i made dave stand in front of them and took a picture.
on the ferry back to dunoon.
why does the third black body in the middle not have a head like the first two?
currently listening to:
frank stanley’s 1910 recording of “auld lang syne” makes me all teary.