Queen Street Ant Terminal

In Weegieland for a course. I don't often sample the commuter experience but it was a mixed bag today -

Outward journey - The early morning train was great... snowy hills in the distance, a pink dawn lighting up frosty trees and the hazy frozen wasteland that is the strange world between Edinburgh and Glasgow.

Return journey -
(slightly influenced by pints of Guinness with Mr Thomato in Weegie pub)

...Hoards of ants rushing around, trying to find the right train. Suits and ties wasting the relaxing-train-time by tapping away on pointless emails and not letting go of the stupid job. Mobile phones ringing constantly. Neds on the bus back from the station - every third word an 'f' or 'c'. (..cue short dream moment where I was in Liberty City, pulled out the shot gun and silenced them.)

Crappy phone cam. Need to see about an upgrade....