OCTOBER? You must be mistaken.

Have been painting the sign for the new Art School Union which has relocated from the now ghost town of Renfrew Street to the ever-thrilling Sauchiehall Street. Started off well, a touch windy but sunny and bright. Was asked an average of 6 questions every ten minutes:

Do you let old people in? (old guy)
Do you serve alcohol? (woman with pram)
How would my son get work experience at the Art School? (loud woman with rather pink lipstick)
Are you Banksy? (neds)
Are you going to be a sign-writer when you grow up? (really old guy)
Do you know where the Casino is? (enthusiastic young man)
Do you serve alcohol? (man wearing leather trousers)

To all of which I of course answered YES.

 
So it was all going quite well and then BOOM, torrential rain. Even with my trusty sidekick B and a large umbrella, we couldn't get it finished before the heavens opened and battered us down. Plus I knelt in chewing gum, which was just depressing.

It has been raining ever since. Hopefully I'll finish it tomorrow, although BBC Weather suggests otherwise...

(so close and yet so far...)


Also, to all those lucky happy people in London texting me about how delightfully hot it is down there, please stop it. You know it's like Jurassic Park up here, you're just being mean.

 Who's up for a paddle?