Yes, whilst it’s nearly 30°C back home, here in Glasgow the high was about half that, around 16° and it’s rained on and off all day. I thought it was quite funny. I could see the gradual change on the journey up on the train yesterday, from cloudless blue skies in the south to overcast in the north. Apart from popping out to the shops to get some bits and bobs, I haven’t really had a chance to go out, besides it was a good day today, unbelievably all my clients were from Viva Street on-line classifieds. Although I did have to sort the wheat from the chaff to meet these chaps, including a rather scrumptious 19 year old (just call me Mrs. Robinson), although, as it was his very first time seeing an escort, I had to impart some advice to him: don’t come up to escort’s hotel room with your wallet out and in your hand, not very discreet, luv. Apart from that little faux pas it was a good day, despite the silly phone calls – one asking if I could be kitted out in full pvc regalia in ten minutes, “because I’m here in Glasgow anyway”. Again gentlemen, I don’t carry a wardrobe on my back, I’m not going to bring one in the hopes that I might get a request for my pvc outfit if it’s not by prior arrangement. Or the chap asking if I could see him and his mate for a three-sum the same day. Um, that would be a resounding no geez. I don’t know you from Adam and I know your mate even less. Strewth! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude, I would’ve loved a three-sum. But for my own security I would need more than a quick phone call asking “can you see my and my mate at the same time today?” True, some ladies do that, not me. Nah, that’s just inviting trouble.
And of course the ubiquitous withheld numbers from people who, when it says on the ad “withheld numbers will not be answered”, seem to think that, for some inexplicable reason, the rule doesn’t apply to them so call from withheld numbers anyway. I’m assuming they’re not too suprised when I cut their phone call and it goes unanswered.

Using Viva Street Classifieds is a bit manic with lots of timewasters but I do get to meet some lovely people. Saying that, I’m glad not to be using it again. Whilst it’s more than paid for itself by today alone (one of the chaps I saw today is paying me another visit on Monday morning), I consider it a necessary evil. It has to be said, it’s been good for me for both Manchester and Glasgow, but the grief I’ve encountered from them having my ad edited by them and pictures deleted because I’m sitting on a bed, not to mention it’s doubled in price since the last time I used it back in July. But at least Viva Street don’t ask for the earth. Looking for somewhere else to advertise my tour, I found a site a couple of weeks ago called Escorts Scotland. Not only do they want a full-face verification photo of me holding a sign with today’s date and “Escorts Scotland” written on it, they want my full personal details, i.e. my full name and address, AND, my passport details, specifically that long code at the bottom of it which airport security reads when you’re going through (if you have a bio-metric passport you’ll know what I’m on about). Yeah, right! So for all its sins I stuck with Viva Street and it’s come up trumps. The most I put up with them is their idiotic “nothing of a sexual nature at all in either your pics or your ad because we’re scared of being closed down like Craiglist” policy. This is what I’m assuming, considering a couple of years back they no problems with ads or pictures of a more lascivious nature.

So, it’s now nearly 9pm. I’ve just had the best steak pie and chips dinner (Scotland do the best fish n’ chips in my opinion, Brighton a close second) from the chippy round the corner, and a bottle of Irn Bru for dinner…well, when in Rome. I’m chilling out in front of the telly watching the X-Factor, shouting at the screen at the judges to pick my favourite four for the live shows next week. Not sure what else to watch afterwards, I do miss my Sky when I’m not home. The good thing is I can get some Sky channels live fed onto my lap-tap so I may just do that. They call it Sky-Go, eligible to those with a Sky subscription. I may even catch up on BBC I-Player, with new series The Body Farm, with that pathologist from Waking The Dead, I watched the first one last night. It’s not “FOR GOD’S SAKE SPENCE” Waking the Dead with Trevor Eve, but it fills a gap. It has another curmudgeonly character played by Keith Allen, so I have high hopes for it.

Tomorrow is a quiet day so far, but I’m seeing one of my all-time favourites, Twiggy. Luckily for me his slight change in circumstances at home means that he could come and see me for a few hours. I’m so happy to be seeing him considering I assumed Edinburgh would be the last time. A brucie bonus for me indeed.

I have a couple of bookings on Monday so I’ve got room for one more later on in the afternoon. Glasgow is a last-minute kinda place so no doubt the phone will be ringing a lot on the day, much like it did today and yesterday. Or there’s always time for a quickie before I check out on Tuesday morning. Hopefully there’ll be a bit of sun left over when I get home.

Have a good rest of the weekend.