Normal service resumed today at Glasgow Airport so I made my way home. No delays at Luton, result. On the big bird home.

As soon as you get inside the main terminal building at Glasgow you can smell the burnt aroma from the incident on Saturday. Apart from the sheeting up around the crime scene and the large amount of fuzz, its business as normal. A big FUCK YOU to the terrorists I think.

Time to retrieve m'car..............unfortunately.............

I could not remember which floor I'd parked it on so looked particularly stupid looking round like a fuckwit. Police all over the place and a pretty cute female copper asking me if I was OK. 'Yep, just cant remember where I parked'. She fought back the smirk and helped me look for it. It was 'hiding' behind a collection of 4x4s. I could've sworn I could hear it laughing at me when I got in. Bastard.

Anyway....I'm back in Ma Hoose and back on Broadband after a painful week of DialUp at my mother's. The post on the mat was mercifully light and its still nice and bright up here.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (the noise associated with stretching out on my sofa)

Turquoise Babe lost. It was inevitable really. She's not part-man like Serena Williams