We’re in Glasgow. It’s gorgeous and fun and you just can’t get bored by Charles Rennie Mackintosh.
Trip so far:
London: great (though bloody expensive) food (Niki and Lauren & Andrew have been most excellent guides), brilliant markets, cheap clothes (bought the most gorgeous 15 pound skirt). It’s not the city I remember, though I did get some awe-inspiring rudeness—so it hasn’t completely changed. Best restaurant was David Thompson’s Thai one in Soho (I forget the name). Thompson’s Australia’s guru of Thai food. Was wonderful watching Lauren and Andrew’s delight in finally trying decent Thai food. I also gave them their very first mangosteens. Heavenly!
Glasgow: gorgeous, love all the Rennie Mackintosh everywhere. Had the most brilliant black pud and organic cider at Cafe Gandolfi. Cider in the UK is the best I’ve had in my entire life. Superb.
And tonight WorldCon begins. In the meantime the second test is on the tellie and Warne is bowling beautiful.
This is the life.
(Internet access continues very intermittent.)
(Oh and the time date for this is NYC time. Couldn’t be arsed changing it. Time here is 2:34PM.)
Ooh, have a good time — wish I was there. Matt and I are missing Worldcon, but for complicated reasons we’ll be not far away (Manchester) a few days after the con ends. Does this make sense? Emphatically no! Seems silly to go all that way and miss the convention, but it couldn’t be helped. Sigh.