I’ll have to serialise this because I’ve got tons of work on… so how about Monday?.. Mario and Ange took the car and went to investigate the centre of town, I think, meanwhile I worked from home on all manner of lewis and clark related stuff. In the evening we went to see Glasvegas and Carl Barat (below) at the Douglas Fir,

Note to Mexicans heading to the Douglas Fir for a gig. Bring your passports, as national ID cards don’t cut any sway with the pig ignorant doorman. We felt slightly better about going back to get the passports when he almost wouldn’t let a roadie by with the thickest of Glaswegian accents I’ve heard. Other than that it was a fine old night, Carl played me favourite Libertines tracks and Glasvegas seemed to be labouring under the misapprehension they were in some huge stadium and took 2 hours to set up their floodlights, but they made a joyful racket. Nice tuneful scottish pop with beautiful lush guitar/synth soundscapes. Class.

I’ve finally uploaded my flickr stuff, and Mario has several hundred pix too… Stay tuned for an account of Tuesday…