Glasgow

So i have just about recovered from the heady night at Glasgow Uni last Saturday. I flew with Fred kaz and Ed into Prestwick, me the only one who hadn't had a couple of pints (the flight was at noon!). Well quick flight and before i knew it i'd teleported to Glasgow city centre. It was my first time on Glasgow and first impressions were based on the fair quality of a chip buttie, the friendly grimeyness of the high street and having been in London for a while it was well refreshing to hear eveyone speaking in the same accent. I saw a Pizza being lifted out of a deep fat fryer in a chippy, that is hardcore. I hit the train staition and the coach station to check getting a transfer for the flight the next morning and i would have to catch a coach 5 hours before my flight to get there in time......stoked.
Hit the underground which is rad, it looks like a Kubric inspired 60's thing complete with brown, orange and beige colourway, and made our way to the promoters house. That was all good and i even met a girl who went to Brinsworth Comp, my old school.
Pub and a couple of ales, well kept i might add and a quick walk up to the venue, decent size club, good backstage, fridge full of beer, i watched as 15 people started to soundcheck. about an aeon later i stepped on the mic checked the levels and set about avoiding booze for the next 5 hours.
Checked out our hosts the Samba yabamba band who took a minute to get things rolling, they dropped a cover of a message to you by the specials which set the dance floor off. They had two mcs who were tight and the crowd were pretty receptive.
It's funny the stress levels in a fair sized band, you can sense some people getting mad some bored, Fred was like a perfect combination of a Mother, a Psychic, a tour manager and director, he could just see straight into what was going on and sorting it before it got too big.
Time to play and in all honesty i don't think the crowd really got it at first, me rhyming all over the beats with a little Noreaga bootleg to open things up. The band were pretty tight and after a bit of singing and Fred warming them up proper everything fell into place for me and i had a laugh and the crowd moved.
Back to the house party which was large and i could open up on some hefty drinking finally, there were 6 of us flying back at the same time so we booked cabs for 7.30 and decided to stay up drinking. Got the cabs feeling a little worse for wear and i fell asleep straight away, we got out of the cabs and mooched into the airport and started looking for the flight check in, nowehere to be seen, then a janitor pushing a trolley of cloths past us asked which airport we wanted...."prestwick" i said, "this is Central, you're in the wrong airport".
"Shit!"
So we got a 60 quid cab to the other side of Scotland and made the check in just in time, then just as we were walking away from the desk they took the tickets off us and said if we didn't sober up we couldn't fly. I ate a rancid Starbucks Sandwich and drank all of 4 mouthfuls of coffee, they wouldn't let me take the coffee through the gate, i mean i could kind of understand not letting me take a coffee through to the plane but not from one patrtician wall to another....beyond. After much eyeballing they let us on and i teleported back home for a sunday roast.