Famously hooked

I take Megan back to Glasgow. We lunch at a Japanese restaurant in Finnieston - excellent - and then move her remaining bags from Bentinck Street to Pollokshaws. She shows me some more cartoons from Dinosaur Therapy. I need a copy. You may too.

From there to Owen’s in Mount Florida. He’s in reasonable fettle, gaming his blood pressure monitor.

We go to Hooked for fish and chips. Well, Owen has a single fish in panko breadcrumbs while i feast on battered fish, chips, mushy peas and tartare sauce.

There’s no walk in service, so we stand outside and order online. Next to us, Peter Mullan is also waiting for his order. Not that I realised it was him until Owen phoned to tell me while I was driving home.