robbin' banks wacked out on scoobie snacks

Glasgow is a happening town-even on a monday night.

I was kicked out of the cafe at ten and still feeling the urge to hang out in my one night here I stopped by a pub for a pint or two. It was "Indie Disco" night and the DJ, while not the best, he was playing choice tunes that reminded me of circus year at the liquid lounge in canberra.

A couple of pints and letter pages later I decided to head for home. It was midnight and a chilly 8 degrees but that hadn't stopped the crowds. Walking down the street I passed club after club with line ups and groups hanging around. The sun doesn't go down for long here setting and I reckon there will be many who see it rise, or at least see the grey sky glow bright.

Caravan kitchens, much like those I first expereinced on my nights out in Canberra, were feeding the crowds and as I left the centre of the city wandering into the suburbs one last van tempted me despite really needing a toilet. I ordered a chile burger £2.40. As I waited I noticed the sign "try our famous scoobie snacks". As I was handed my burger I asked "was the scoobie snacks from the song?" He replied, "Dunno, I don't know why we call them that."

There won't be any photos of Glasgow. I've decided not to take any. Not sure why. Either way I'll be back to try some scoobie snacks...