London to Glasgow

We only just managed to catch our coach to Glasgow (we arrived just as the final boarding call was announced) bus once on board enjoyed the opportunity to see a great deal of Englands green country side during the day time, which lasts for about 8 hours and is slightly lighter than the night time. I sat next to a red headed twin from Manchester who was studying in Germany this year. It's not everyday that you get to meet single twins,(i mean seeing one and not the other - she had a boyfriend) so i gave her a good grilling on the sort of funny twin things that you always want to know if they actually happen ie. Do you dress the same? (quite often actually) Have you played any games on people where you switch places? (yes, changed classes quite often in primary school) Can you feel when she is in trouble, like a superhero? (no, that is silly). After she got off the bus at Manchester i started reading the book of Shirlock Holmes stories that Emma gave me for Christmas and tried applying what i had learned to people on the bus. I deduced that the girl sitting opposite me was less 18 years old, from a well to do family, was interested in trivial things such as fashion, had just come back from a trip to see some close relatives, and over the past 6 months had lost a lot of weight. I figured this as she wore fashionable clothing (ugh boots, jeans, nice top) but the jeans were too big for her, not the tight fitting form worn by girls her age. The boots were not worn suggesting they were not her only pain, she ate sandwiches and fruit and read a reality tv magazine boasting 'best celeb diets' and she carried a sleeping bag...So i'm not on the same level as Holmes (he would be able to tell you not only what pet's her neighbour had but their names aswell) but really, who is?
Finally after ten hours and about 600kms travelled we arrived in Glasgow and found our hotel within 2 minutes. The receptionist John was very lovely and we asked him a couple of questions regarding where we could get food and how to get to the tourist information centre. He had the most marvelous Scottish accent, and must have dropped in about seven 'wee's' in the five minutes we were talking to him - fantastic! After dropping our stuff in our room, we wandered down the street and bought some food at a fish and chip shop, one of the only ones still open (it was 10'oclock on a Sunday night). Because i promised my sister Dru that i would try haggis so i bought one (deep fried) and a burger(which turned out to just be a patty deep fried), some chips and a bottle of IRN BRU, a scottish fizzy drink. Back in the hotel we broke the haggis into three and munched away. Andrea knocked hers back, saying that the smell was alot worse then the actual taste. I would agree with that, but the taste for me came in two waves. Initially it didn't taste too bad, but then just before you swallowed it, it began to taste like how it smelled. And it's smell remined me of a sheep that Dad and i had to shift that had died and layed in the sun for three or four days, at the time i was close to throwing up, and this haggis put me in a similar position. Nevertheless i finished three mouthfuls of the stuff, so i can say that i've tried it!