Up in the morning, goodbye to the apartment and we're back up the hill to Waverley Station to catch the train to Glasgow. Not as scenic as the Edinburgh to Aberdeen run, more like new towns and council estates than breathtaking coastal scenery. We park up at our hotel, another Express by Holiday Inn, on the banks of the Clyde this time, then we hit the city centre.
You, dear reader, can probably tell that I like my food as I seem to have a favourite restaurant or at least kebab house in every town / city visited. Glasgow is no exception, some years ago when I was here on business I had a fabulous meal at a restaurant called Rogano's and I'm keen to go there again. We find it eventually, shrouded in scaffolding - its a wonderful Art Deco place inside. The restaurant is fully booked but a nice waiter finds us seats at the bar, then its fish and chips with glasses of champagne - delicious!
We find the venue which is over the other side of the bridge across the Clyde. The biggest venue we've been to yet - f**king massive in fact. There is a great balcony which we're keen to get onto to set up the video gear - we're not allowed to by the rather jobsworth security people, health and safety or something to that effect. So we set up by the sound board in a space about 2 feet by 2 feet - oh well.
Bent invites us backstage before the gig and we spend time with Mike and the Danes, watching the rugby on TV and drinking some of the band's beer. There's been some trouble between Arthur and Mike - no details are forthcoming, but we see Scottish Keith later who witnessed the scene and presumably it was not pretty. I also give Mike another copy of the famous disco CD - I'd brought one with me to listen to, but Mike's need is greater than ours, they need stuff to listen to on the tour bus. Back in the auditorium, we meet up with Old Man again who is also doing all of the Scottish gigs.
The show starts and its fantastic, Arthur is everyone's friend again. The working conditions for the video ladies are not ideal, I get beer thrown over me at one stage and Lizzy almost gets DVT from standing in one spot for two hours. After the show, Arthur comes out to talk to the assembled multitudes - I actually manage to speak to him like a normal human being and not a gibbering idiot on this occasion, mainly about the filming - he hasn't looked at any of the videos yet but is very appreciative of us for doing it.
Back to the hotel, escorted across the bridge by Old Man. Newcastle tomorrow!
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