Nevertheless we had a good trip down there - trains are the best way to travel anywhere - and found our way across Glasgow to the SECC successfully, and enjoyed the model trains. Boris and Noris have got an electric train set, which they love setting up on the dinning room table, especially on rainy winter days - so they loved seeing some really huge and complex layouts with things such as electric points and signalling and landscapes which are clearly labours of love.
We weren't exactly sure where we were going as we came out of the station. However - (and here is a stereotype that seems to work) we thought that following the crowds of odd-looking bobble-hats, and loud knitted jerseys, and sideburns might lead us in the right direction. Sadly it worked, and we enjoyed mingling with all the other social misfits.
Our fun was rudely interupted by the sudden return of Norris' little tummy problem, whereupon we discovered that the foulest toilet in Scotland is not at the back of that cafe in Trainspotting, but in Gallery 3 at the S.E.C.C.
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