So unless you live under a rock, you’ll know today is the second anniversary of the Scottish Independence Referendum. Being the vile flag-waving nationalist that I am, I headed down to Glasgow Green to join a few others for a spot of political discussion, catching up, hugs, laughter and bonding.
Anyone who follows my Twitter account will know my daughter has started at her local senior school this morning. It seems that this is a bigger deal for her father and me than for her. She and a friend went off this morning chattering away comparing (slightly oversized) blazers and the obviously cool number of pockets they contained.
So last Saturday, whilst marching in the the rain I saw a guy wearing this tshirt and made the mistake of going “Michael?” Upon which he stuck a microphone in my face. (Won’t make that mistake again)
Not quite sure exactly where this is going, so bear with me. It’s a bit rambling today.
Despite some mid-morning panic due to bus alterations I made it to the Glasgow March for Indy. There was a few of us on the bus, including a nice lady from Edinburgh who asked me for directions to the Botanic Gardens.
Tomorrow, I will be grabbing some of my badges and my flag and heading to George Square by the way of the Botanical Gardens for
#Glasgow30July. If the weather holds it will be a fantastic day, and you know what even if it pisses down it will still be a fantastic day.