Boxing Day Angel

12.30, arrive Renfrew and drop mum-in-law home, my wallet on fire with Waterstones vouchers, I find myself saying to my lads "lets got to Braehead it didnt look busy on the way over".
13:15 all life is here, after driving around the car parks for 20 minutes I find my way was barred by man with reflective jacket carrying a single cone (no flake), "ye cannie park here chief it's mobbed try the blue car park it's emptae".
13:30 blue car park is not empty and we toddle back to the red car park to see our parking advisor, but he has flown (perhaps to the puce car park).
13:50 fancy a hot dog and order something called a "Viking Rollover", to be greeted with "there's nae gherkin, a can gae ye extra onions, the gherkins bowfin onyway".
14:30 I now have severe indigestion and stand in a very long line in Boots to buy some Gaviscon.
15:00 at last Waterstones a haven of peace and the great smell of books, although the shelves seem to bulging with sports stars books and Little Britain tat, but it was nice to see so many young kids spending their christmas pennies on books.