Yesterday I was in town for longer than planned, and as the streets moved from busy to hoaching me and my Raleigh took refuge up at Hope St Studios. The coffee was hot, the conversation important and the outside world was mad. Below is the queue that stretched from inside Central Station, down the block, around the corner and off down Argyle St. It lasted for about two hours. For those not Scottish, it's the Tartan Army politely awaiting the train to Hampden, before kickoff against World and Euro champions Spain. Final score: Scotland remains favourite scrappy underdog. I didn't get home till after 8pm...
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