i left glasgow today with inge and riddell in a rental car headed for lug radio live 2007. i fell asleep to rain, woke up to more rain, ate some nasty road food picked up in some little road side service mini-mall and hacked on plasma a bit (more per-source configuration stuff). car rides are good for all of the above.
we dropped riddell off in a girl-friend-will-pick-me-up appropriate place and then promptly got lost looking for our hotel. getting lost is something i excel at, and today i was in fine form.
we were already late getting to wolverhampton due to car rental company charades in glasgow and by the time we made it to the york hotel the people who run the little place were already firmly in bed. we moved down the road a couple blocks to the connaught best western and here we are checking our email and writing blogs and what not. hooray for free wifi.
in my last blog entry someone asked what i found confusing about the traffic lights in glasgow. well, what i found confusing was that they would sometimes be red all the way around the intersection and everyone could walk, other times they'd be green with the flow of foot traffic and you couldn't walk or vice versa or other odd arrangements. it all seemed a bit random, odd and at times very poorly thought out from a street flow perspective. but perhaps i simply had not gotten the rhythm of foot traffic in the city and menagerie of lights directing it.
i did also notice a lot of fist fights on the streets at night. this is apparently a bit of a glasgow thing. i did some research one night into the causes of it by asking random members of the gaswegian populace to explain this phenomenon to me. i have, after all, seen my share of late night drunken town centers and street fights but never such a rate of the latter in confluence with the former. it's like arguing-then-punching is an acceptable evening hobby. no one could really explain it beyond the insightful and succinct, "well, we get drunk. and then we want to fight." fair enough.