Striking a pose?

With the daily commute to Glasgow being a joyful thing on a good day, imagine my delight at the hourly service today. Platform full to the brim, ticket machine as slow as a week in the jail and to make mattersĀ more interesting – the train is rolling into the station. I eat pressure for breakfast, when I don’t fancy porridge… Anyway – crisis avoided, sat on the train and it’s all the usual suspects firing on their make-up and talking their chat. Onwards to Weegie and out at Central – the cattle storm that was platform 9 doesn’t bare thinking...