That every day I discover somewhere new, normally in some kind of cobbled alleyway that is equally if not more incredible than somewhere I went the day before. Yesterday we went to the most amzing tea house. We sat on pillows in front of a fire drinking a raspberry tea called 'Fairies Blood'. I want to take you all there. And next door was a bookshop called Voltaire and Rousseau - it was like Black Books. Theres potential for a lot of amazing discoveries in that place.
That where ever we go, if you're willing to drink Tennents or Fosters, there will nearly always be a £1.50 pint on offer.
That at the drop of a hat I can decide to take a week off uni to go to a Fire Festival in the Shetland Islands and my lecturer is willing to rearrange my assessment to fit with this plan. Seriously.
That the GUU (one of the unions) has a reading room filled with red leather couches and an open fire - it feels like the Gryffindor common room in there. They also have an amazing debating chamber and gallery - I have stood where Robert Carlyle stood and delivered his covenant speech in the Stone of Destiny. Its all rather grand at the GUU.
That there is so much amazing food here. Between me and uni there are about four authentic italian restaurants, there's also an abundance of indian food and gorgeous pâtisseries. Heavenly.
That being from New Zealand will keep a conversation going for about 20 minutes. People are so friendly and easy going here and very happy to chat. They love to tell me how much they like Flight of the Chonchords and Lord of the Rings. They also invariably ask about the scenery, the sheep and the kiwis. Not so fond of the constant ripping out of my accent (thats mostly from Australians though - its what you'd expect really).
That Glasgow is home to people from all over the place. Youre not likely to meet more than a handful of natives in any one place. Last night we went to a bar in town called the Flying Duck to see Jacqui's flatmate Lyall DJ (he was so excellent by the way)- and we met all of his friends. Two from the Shetlands, and Irish guy, a Norwegian, two Englishmen (who were most embarrased to reveal their heritage), a few from other parts of Scotland and one guy who was born in Glasgow.
That the Ashton lanes are a lit at night by fairy lights. That never gets old.
xxoo
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