Sunday bloody Sunday

Went for a swim in Broxburn.

They'd divided the pool, across the way. One half for screaming kids (which the staff did nothing to curb) - and the other for the bunched up adults to swim breadths. Great eh? (Shouldn't really mention the pink scum on the tiles at the edge - excreted body fat to those in the know.)

Left the pool after 20 minutes (with a headache) wondering why almost everything in West lothian is so shite.

Into the sauna (mixed) & someone had left a copy of todays "the star" open at a big pair of knockers. A nice touch.

Got chatting to Chris - a post-grad qualified engineer from Hungary - who now drives a van for a company in Bronxburn. We were soon undertaking a post-perestroika comparison of our native countries (you had to be there). In the end we agreed Scotland's central belt condition was due variously to alcohol brain damage, modern life being too safe, an over-supply of consumer credit, McArthur Glen and the weather (not necessarily in that order).

Sorry for the rant. Back to normal tomorrow. Now where did I put those little white pills.