On Thursday I got up super early and got a train to London, then a bus to Glasgow.

Ate Pizza Hut with Debbie and Mhairi, which ended in Debbie writing Mhazz's number on a napkin in a green crayon and intending to give it to the cute waiter serving us.

Friday consisted of Absence, Vodka and lemonade, speaking Scottish, red rizla and "fuuuucccckkkk yooooouuuuuu"

Saturday we went into the city to eat, then went to John Cox's flat and posted an injoke to the internet. Then we went back to Mhairi's and went on BlogTv.

Sunday we just hung out at Mhazz's and then went and ate and said goodbye to Tom and Liam.

We watched Russell Howard, and the listened to The Beatles on the way to the bus station, which was lovely. Then I got on a bus and went home.

Earlier I raided my brother's room for all his Beatles CD's. Now i'm sitting here listening to them. I never realized how good they were, but a few days with Mhazz has corrected my ignorance.

The last few days have been fun.