Christmas Eve

Having wasted some time in my home town getting relaxed, realising that none of could answer questions in the 1987 version of Trivial pursuit, discovering that Monty Python's flying circus isn't as amusing to a Russians and generally getting used to home comforts. The Space Cadet and I even manage to have a spontaneous jam session. We knocked out a few classics, had a blues jam and even had Luke SkyeTrekker joining on the spoons.

... but now I wind up needing to complete my Christmas shopping on Christmas eve.

Before we head off, we have a good Scottish Breakfast of Bacon Rolls, Porridge and Irn Bru. The Space Cadet is now reluctantly having a glass of Irn Bru in the morning to kick start the day.

Normally this would be a bad idea, but I reallly don't mind, I am very chilled, so I really don't mind, and it tunrs out that we manage to be in Glasgow in no time.

It's strnge being back in the UK. There is veryy little comercialisation of Christmas(Which offically the don't celebrate) in the Netherlands, so the tacky music and lights and tinsel actually still holds some romance for me. Our shopping troop is The Space Cadet, Mowgli and me. I only a have a few things to buy, so we can continue to be chilled wandering about the town centre:



We are in Border's when Mowgli gets a phone call. His brother has been in another Motorbike acccident. He appear to be okay, but we now have to make a trip to the Southern General Hospital on the other side of the river. Since we need to go through the Clyde Tunnel anyway, we drop off the Space Cadet, who hasn't been home for three days.

We get to the hospital, which is never a great thing, but luckily we know that there seems to be no life threatening damage and we can just be pissed off that he thinks he's Evil Keneval.

It turns out that apart from a sore leg, travelling through the Air at 70 mph and landing on the road hasn't done him much harm.

We head back to Space Cadet's flat and listen/play/perform/mangle some musical rendiditions. There's guitar, keybpard, bad vocals etc, but it's great fun cos it;s been a while. I love playing music just for a laugh, but I always feel bad for not having practiced more.

By 10.30, I decide that I have to get home and wrap some Christmas presents for tomorrow. We head down the road to the sounds of Green day dookie:



Then it's home to bed, before I get up for Christmas. This is always bizarre. It was such an exciting night when I was a kid, but now I just associatte it with being at home in Scotland and relaxing. CHristmas day is a family day - no interuptions. Probably the only day of the year that it's Guaranteed to happen. With these thoughts, and my adventures snce touching down in Glasgow, I drift off to sleep, before I even get to watch out for Santa.