Dont worry - theres a bullet point summary at the end. you dont have to read it all!

Today was supposed to be so simple – all I was going to do was go to one little meeting and then go home. I should never be allowed to do anything on impulse! Went into Glasgow early and had lunch at Queen Street Station watching the people and the pigeons – the pigeons were more interesting. I was just beginning to get annoyed at the crazed flying fleabags when I noticed a few of them were missing toes or a foot each. One of them seemed to be missing both feet – just little lumps on the end of its legs, balancing with its wings when it had to stand or walk. Poor little things. Took a taxi out to where my meeting was in Partick at a centre for sensory impairment. First a guy who was on Big Brother year before last walked past me – he works at the radio station that broadcasts from the same building. I think his name was Micheal? He was the blind guy who liked slightly crazy clothes – today he was wearing a jacket in some kind of yellow leopard skin style print. Anyway – after the meeting I decided to try and walk back to the city centre rather than pay another £6 for a taxi. Big mistake! I was sure I was walking back the way the taxi had come but then it started bucketing rain, I got soaked head to toe by a bus and took refuge in a costa coffee. I saw a sign for Kelvingrove Gallery so thought 'while i'm in the area' and started walking the way the sign was pointing – only I ended up at the Huntarian Gallery instead. Had a fun couple of hours there – though they shoot whoever did the lighting on the ground floor level – all I could see in most of the pictures was the reflections of the extra bright spotlights. Up the stairs was a very nice collection of engravings and sketches. I was the only visitor in that area and it was so nice I could have moved in and lived there forever. I left there and saw another sign for the Kelvingrove Gallery so I walked through all the students leaving class and staring at me (I dont look THAT strange!) and walked to the Kelvingrove Gallery which was just closing. From there I tried to figure out how to get back to the city centre and get a bus home. Im not really sure what happened after that – I got pretty lost and ultimately ended up in Maryhill. Which should be about 2 miles apart but because I went in the closest thing you can get to a circle when your walking round a city modelled on a grid pattern (square? Hexagon?) I must have walked around twice that. I was certainly walking for nearly 3 hours. Finally got a taxi home from a Tesco I happened upon. So. in summary - I saw someone off the tv I got soaked to the skin by the rain and a bus I got very lost and walked for miles around parts of the city that iv never seen and never really intended to see. It cost me £11 taxi fare to get home from where I ended up :(