I was there for business reasons and spent most of the time in the Middle Gate, on top of which Prince William and his Duchess recently stood and waved to the crowd below with the backdrop of the ceramic poppies.
There's something quite medieval about conducting a business meeting around a board room table in a small room decorated with maces, axes and ancient swords. I didn't have time to see the whole of the Tower - in all honesty I'm not interested in history. But I do love buildings so old, or alien that one wonders how people live(d) in them.
I had lunch in the Arabica restaurant in Borough Market. Built under the arches, it's very atmospheric and produces some incredible Lebanese food. I thoroughly enjoyed tasting lots of different dishes. But, there are very few things I dislike when it comes to food - cheese, humus, olives, lychees, pickle, and based on just a single experience, Labanese food appears to incorporate almost all of them as central pieces - I did enjoy the lamb very much though.
Last weekend was Truck racing, something I've never really had any interest in. But when you hear those boys and girls coming at you for the first time, the power of it goes right through you. And even by racing driver standards they are completely bonkers. They managed to destroy half the Armco around Druids on Sunday.
This week's magical mystery tour isn't so much of a mystery. Glasgow as most of you know by now, is a semi-regular trip. This time I'm going by train and Virgin is looking after us there and back. So far so good. There's a gentleman occupying the seat in front of us who is talking to the chap next to him. Another stranger who keeps rustling his paper loudly - presumably because he'd rather be reading it that being talked at by the first chap.
I can, straight from the horses mouth, tell you that the first chap has taken this train about five or six times a year for the last 25 years. He can tell whether its running to time or not by the timeit reaches Crewe because it should get into Crewe at 1 o'clock, so if the train arrives here late he knows it's going to be late into Glasgow, and it's never early of course. This chap gets quite a lot of spam in hs email and he's managed to identify mot of t he thinks but of course these spam people get cleverer every day, don't they? Anyway he kows that if he gets an email asking for bank details then that' sdefiniteky spam because is own bank said so. And those talking about a booty call must be spam because he dosn't know anyone who talks like that. He knows those emails from Nigeria asking for help transferring large amounts of money are spam because well, Nigerian - but he's not sure about the similar ones that come from more respectable countries, because most of them are probably spam, but what if he missed one that wasn'? It wouldnt be right to leave someone stranded there, or miss an opportunity like that. now would it? And email isn't going to last much longer now is it? Because with the way the world's going we're going to run out of electricity soon, at least that's what all the papers are saying so it must be true and where will all these youngsters be then? He knows for a fact from his grandson that childen aren't taught how to use a library these days, or do mathematics without a computer...
At this point I decided to watch a movie on my ipad.
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