In Belfast now. Didn’t plan on it, but Virgin Trains had a bit of a smash up near Carlisle and me plans for Dublin will have to wait. Which basically meant I spent the entire day on trains…

Did see Glasgow though. For an hour. Decided it did nothing for me. Too industrial. But got sucked into a superb musicbookshop and bought Poppy Z Brite doing a bio of Courtney Love (you know I must worship Poppy to even get Love) and a Glenn Fabry hardcover of his Preacher covers, macabre and wry. Irish and stuff.

Oh, and Manuel was right about Loch Ness. Why do I never listen to the guy? Would have saved me time and money… But the rest of the Highlands were wonderful. Went to Kyle of Lochalsh and Isle of Skye. Beautiful country. Met Molly who says Scotland does for her what Italia does for me. I understand.

And on the Seacat to Belfast Harbour, drunk Irishmen abounded. Reminded me of a certain New Yorker we all know. Isn’t Herr Wehrle’s mom Irish anyway?

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