Rush Hour

Eve was over in Glasgow attending the Troye Sivan gig (no, me neither) with Rory.

So, after my bike ride and his afternoon post-migraine recovery nap, Cameron and I drove over. Parked up, jumped on the clockwork orange into the city centre and had a bowl of pasta and a catch-up. Back on the subway before the late night rush started and arrived back at the car just as Eve texted to say the gig had finished. Perfect timing.