Old friends in Glasgow

Got the bus into Glasgow AGAIN today because the Department of Work & Pensions needed a copy of our marriage license.  Why?  Don’t they have a copy in one of their multitude of departments, or don’t they speak to each other?  Probably not.  Anyway, we had to go to Glasgow to get a copy and had to pay £10 for the privilege.  Interesting to see that the assistant registrar simply printed off a copy of the original then signed it in ink using a fountain pen.  We are in the 21st century aren’t we?

On our way home I bumped into an ex-colleague from school who is also retired and now lives in France.  Haven’t seen her for about twenty years!  I was complaining about the above DWP requirements until she told me that she has to write a letter every year to tell them she is still alive.  That made me feel a lot better.


I really like listening to this guy whose pitch is at the top of Buchanan Street in Glasgow.  It’s difficult to get a clean shot of him without too many punters photobombing you.  Only one today and he was just trying to work out how to text with his new phone.



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