Right.
1. Flight from Manchester OK, though a bit low as hairyplane had propellors. Pilot used Blackpool Tower as navigational aid.
2. Got sat next to wumman who looked like an East European lesbian. Plane was two thirds empty, so I said cheerily 'They seem to have squashed u stogether, but I will go and get a window seat in a minute.' SHe ignored me

Got up and moved, saying cheerily 'You can have these 2 seats to yerself now.' SHe ignored me again

3. Taxi queue at Glasgow airport. Large bunch of Rab C Nesbitt lookalikes in front of me. ONe turns ans bellows, 'Are ye gan toot cloob?' I peer at them quizically. He says it again, but louder. His friend interprets. 'He says, are ye going to 't cloob?'
Me: 'WHat club?' They get in a taxi and leave.
I get in a taxi and get told off for not being in the queue by a man in a
flour, floou, yellow jacket. Taxi driver has argument with him.
Hotel fine, though I do not avail myself of the golf equipment in the room

Werk fine , like, although accents challenging. Occasionally resort to nods and smiles and encouraging hand gestures and pray that the tape might help me out later. (it hasn't

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Lunch is supplied. I enquire what it is. 'Scotch Pie' (= minced sheep) with baked beans!
Manage to leave country safely. Next stop Inverness