Qu'est ce qu'il fait? Qu'est ce qu'il dit?

Once again my attempts at bowler hat purchasing have been foiled. Having nigh on 3 hours to kill I walked back to the previously mentioned vintage shoppe, money in hand and an excited spring in my step. Maybe, just maybe one of them would fit me since after all men were smaller back then (giggle giggle wang joke). Full of double mocha macchiato (best coffee evar) and slowly coming the realisation that my tights were falling down and if something wasn't done soon it would be penguin-walk time, I finally arrived at Great Western Road. I past the many indian takeaways, past the 'what the? that's a lotta brooms!' shop and quickly past the crazy kinda goth, kinda just weird shop in case I got lured in and bought something stupid like an elvis lamp. I dodged the energetic, soap flinging window cleaner and the aggresive little Chinese woman (I don't know what she wanted) skipped across the road...and carried on with a heavy heart. Shop was shut. For no reason at all.

I got over my disappointment though with coffee and a good chat with the loveliest girl in the world which is kinda a lie since I'm still annoyed but I always like seeing her. And then there was more signing up for classes. Gahr it was dull. So many different ways of saying 'University is different from school' and 'STUDY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD'. Pleargh boring. On the plus side the Classics teacher has one of those old-fashioned professor capes and the classics society has a toga party. Always good for a laugh. My class is in the only remaining preserved Victorian lecture hall in the uni. Let me tell you it is also the most uncomfortable. Gorgeous but needs more cushioning! It's like sitting in an old church but without the holiness.

I met my Edinburgh friend, or rather she kept finding me like the stalker she is! The Hare Krishna woman who preys on the young in Glasgow interrupted us and was met by very quiet rambling French. Sadly she claimed she could speak it too. We just left and tried to look like annoyed French people. Lesson learned. Next time learn some Russian!