Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

It's been a busy few weeks and change is appearing all around my life. In the background, students have returned to the cities and leaves and temperatures are dropping (On Saturday night I was forced to close the window due to a bout of sneezing). In the middle, good friends are leaving to work abroad and other changes are afoot with employment whilst right up close has been a move back to Kelvinhaugh - a place I haven't lived in for six years - in a pre-blog world.

Despite the Glasgow locals having convinced themselves that they are the friendliest in the world, when they are certainly not (try the service industry as a small test), I am very happy to be back amongst the honesty and confident dry wit of the west of Scotland and where conversations spark out of thin air.

Bud Neils cartoons describe this phenomenon well but I've already heard some cracking lines in the space of a few days - (to a whistler on a staircase) "that's the sound of a happy man" (he back to me, with no hesitation) - "it's either that or I greet". I also heard a woman recently describing the effects of a heavy lunch as feeling as if she had "ate a wean". Linguistic heaven.