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Show One Glasgow
I know this little newsletter isn’t exactly getting off to a rip-roaring start but those first few days were epic in their mind-numbingness. It started at Pearson International by being installed in a pod. I’ve watched enough ’50s sci-fi flicks to know that pods are a bad thing. You go to sleep and wake up with a melon-head at the very least. The other end of that bi-pole is the screaming, blood sucking vampire zombie woof. First class on Air Canada and American Airlines have a ton of these pods making multiple trips a day, 7 days a week. Now we know where the Rob Ford and Donald Trump supporters are coming from.
I wore my St. Christopher’s medal. Pheww…..
There were at least two twenty minute frantic airplane Ballets (Pas De Turbulence) one in which I possibly lost a filling. I’m starting to think this is pilot humour. Or at least a way for them to stay awake.
And then came the Mystery at London Heathrow. In the process of connecting to the Glasgow flight we lost a lead guitar player and a boss’s wife. We still had the boss (need I point out the obvious? Does “paycheque” mean anything to you?). So off we went to Scotland without them. They stumbled in half a day later. Not pleased. Snarly. Ticked. We’ll let a little time pass, I think, before telling them how funny we thought sending them to the Zimbabwe Air check-in was.
The Glasgow show at the Royal Concert Hall was fabulous. The people were very enthusiastic. Let me say a word or two about the Glaswegians in general. Not just the ones at the show. Most Canadians are aware of our own reputation as very polite people. If you step on a Canadian’s foot, he or she will say “I’m sorry”. Glaswegians will say it before you even get to their foot. Hyper-prognosticators, they know you’re going to bump into them and spill their groceries 3 seconds before it happens and apologize to you for being in the way. It’s mind-blowing. I think they should just erect largebill-boards at all the entrances to the city saying “FOR WHATEVER…..WE’RE SORRY”