I woke around 6.30 and stumbled my way via taxi and train to Edinburgh to find that the train I wanted to take to Glasgow Queen Street was utterly full - we were advised to take the next train to Glasgow Central. At Central, I guessed my way to Glasgow Green while chatting to Julia who had been kept awake by some wierd and frightening phenomena outside her bedroom.
Amazing coincidence number 1 was bumping into Baz and Em amongst the huge crowd waiting to move off: buses full of drummers (one being Baz's sister-in-law), muslim groups, pacifists, SNPers, normal people. Many thanks to Baz & Em for feeding me. (Just guess who had forgotten his carefully prepared lunch.)
Amazing sight number 1 was all of St Vincent Street 2km totally full of people: at least 16,000.
Amazing coincidence number 2 was bumping into Indonesian Maggie.
After the march and rally, it was time to head back to St Andrews for some sleep. The queue at Queen Street was about half a mile long and so I was directed back to Central. Amazing coincidence number 3 was bumping into someone reading the next Kinky Friedman trilogy after the one I had.
Amazing coincidence number 4 was meeting Jane Ann at Leuchars.
These are all TV screenshots.
|LIberal democrat leader supporting the anti-war feeling in London|
|More in London|
|Jesse Jackson supporting the anti-war feeling in London|
|Tony Blair ignoring his country's wishes|
|TV coverage of Glasgow|
No matter what sensible people said, the war went ahead. You all know what happened, who's to blame and the consequences... For a view that's far more coherently expressed than mine, check out the diary pages on Roy Harper's site.
Meanwhile, I was due to see Julia in California at the beginning of April. The US Embassy called me for interview right in the middle of the time I was due to fly and I'd already bought tickets: cheap(ish) so non-refundable. The Embassy also said that I couldn't refuse that interview date without endangering the whole visa process so £300 of air tickets were binned. I bought tickets for a flight that left the day after the interview date and went to London, scared that I'd fail the interview for siding with demonstrators. After a sleepless night, I staggered to the Embassy, paid £125 to have an X-ray and learn that I didn't have HIV or TB and got my K3 (non-immigrant) visa. Here's the fragment of diary I wrote...
Of course I forgot to take my camera with me and didn't have the money to turn the K3 into an immigrant visa. Maybe in August...
Here's the programme. Just guess who did the DTP!
|Deep Freeze's imminent release|
|Stewart finally left Leckie & Leckie|
|June 2003 at Fincraigs|
"I swear my brother has never stolen a cow!" (17 June 2003)
"Support the Little Donny Foundation: for the cost of a French whore you can help a boy with a terrible impediment instead of just getting syphillis." Here's the actual record of this one!
However, most of my waking moments since the beginning of May have been spent on SQA past papers and wrestling with L&L's new techie bits - wish I knew anything about managed networks!
Anyone who reads this, please send your cosmic good-luck vibes to Will in his struggle to retain his job!