It has turned out to be a horrible, wet day. Went into town with Clive this morning, having slept really badly and had a relatively pleasant day. Had to run away from an orange walk. Yes, glasgow, that city which SO wants to be chic, stylish and welcoming for tourists still allows sectarian marches. In this disgusting hole it is quite OK to have a march which not only discriminates against minorities but which revels in that discrimination with the full support of the council and the police.
It is really easy to tell when such a demonstration is going to happen: the town fills up early with the most disgusting Untermenschen, wearing their sectarian football colours and drinking cheap lager.
Strangely enough, we didn't have a bad day. Presumably the usual scum were all in the thrall of the march.
I have almost finished Wilkie Collin's "No Name" and forty pages from the end (of 600), I still have no idea how it is going to end. What an absolutely amazing novel! On the recommendation of James, I bought "Armadale" today to read over the holiday season.