Glasgow

Hello from John and Stuart,

After twenty pints, two car accidents, and a visit to the Mac store, we’ve come to the end of our two days in Glasgow. As we write this, we are preparing to leave on the earliest train to Edinburgh at the ungodly hour of 6:50 tomorrow morning.

We’ve had a wonderful time in Scotland’s largest city, finding it a charming city full of charming, though incomprehensible people. Like Toronto, Glasgow offers a wide array of activities, events, and people, but with a slightly higher chance of dying.

As an ode to the City of Glasgow and our time spent here, we’ve prepared a poem about the many delights one can find in the City of the Clyde:

Glaswegian version:

“Pissed”
Ach ween ta dare ba
Ta drint dare gout ta
A tander’s drum, tach ma
Boot a’er fif bers
Ofe sutin ma fers
Ach esk fa dare loo, ta piss.


English version:

“1 Pint of Happy”
I went to the bar
To drink the gold tar
A bartender’s dream, that is me
But after 5 beers
Of soothing my fears
I asked for the bathroom, to pee.

TIP OF THE DAY: Remember to bring earplugs if you’re sharing a room with a stranger who makes Porky Pig noises.

Ta,

Stuart and John from Canada