Not for the faint-hearted...

That's my blood. Went to a meeting in Glasgow. Walking up from the station fell into that hole in the pavement, and smashed into the pavement. Glasgow people are amazingly kind and two young women were marvelous - one stuck a rolled up jacket under my head that must have been covered in blood. I wish I knew who she was so I could pay the cleaning costs.

An ambulance arrived - checked out by two paramedics. I signed the waiver not to go to the Royal - I was fine apart from a smashed up face and cuts on the forehead and nose. Oh and smashed glasses, and messed up suit. So I went on to my meeting where Gordon and his girls took great care of me. Now safe home, sore but fine.