Colin and I met up with Andrew last night in Bar Brel in the West End of Glasgow and ended up having a few too many Belgian brews under his medical guidance. Andrew then took us back to his lovely new pad where we woke up Catherine and started on the whiskey, which in hindsight was, once again, a mistake. Colin and I were then unable to feel the biting cold (or anything else) and set off on a long hike back across Glasgow to his flat.

This morning I now have to get a train over to Perth and go to the dentist with one of those anaestitised hangovers that only Scottish whiskey can bring. Must manage stay awake on the train or else I'll end up in Aberdeen.