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Sundae · 12-22-2011, 07:22 AM

Glasgow was dark and it was raining.
I made my way to the Wetherspoons on Argyle Street (very close to one of the station exits) to find this time it was open - last year the opening times on the internet were wrong and I had to kill time in McDonalds instead.

This was a bonus as I could relax, spread out with the newspaper and have a reasonably priced breakfast. With the added plus that I could also have a beer a bit later as I had ordered food.
It's far easier to hang about in a Wetherspoons (a chain of pubs with large square footage) than it is in a fast food outlet.

So I had the Traditional Breakfast.
Fried egg, bacon, sausage, hash brown and beans. I was then offered a choice of grilled tomato, mushroom or black pudding. I declined all three - without being offered an alternative - but it arrived with a tomato anyway. Which I left. The rest was yummy though, except that the egg yolk was very very pale and thin-looking. Hope I don't get bird flu.

I did treat myself to a beer - to my topsy-turvey body clock it seriously felt like lunchtime.
Just the one though, and only Fosters.
I didn't take photos because I took them last year in the same establishment.

I eked out a cup of tea until after 10.00, at which point I knew breakfast would be finished at the B&B and they would check me in, even if I couldn't access the room.
Turns out they had no guests on Sunday night (an exceptional circumstance for them) so I could have pitched up at any time. Still, best to be courteous.

We had booked the triple room we had last year, but when I arrived I was offered a choice. Triple room as booked, or a triple room with another double for the same price. They were together in their own separate "wing" and B&B owner Steve thought we might prefer them. Non nom nom I bit off his hand. Metaphorically.

Of course I snagged the solo room, but everyone benefitted as none of us had to share a bed, we had two bathrooms between us and the other ladies didn't get to hear me snore. Or pump.

Limes got in at about 13.30 I think. Dani was due at 14.00. I suggested they met up and shared a taxi (as I showered and luxuriated in having a room to myself).
They pitched up about 3 hours later (exaggeration), but that's okay as I was having a lovely kip.

Welcome, welcome!
Time to open presents and prizes and have a good old chinwag!
Limey brought the wine, I supplied the cocks and Dani had fistfuls of cash.
Watch out Glasgow. The Cellar girls are in town.

12-22-2011, 07:22 AM	#7
Sundae polaroid of perfection Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: West Yorkshire Posts: 24,185	Glasgow was dark and it was raining. I made my way to the Wetherspoons on Argyle Street (very close to one of the station exits) to find this time it was open - last year the opening times on the internet were wrong and I had to kill time in McDonalds instead. This was a bonus as I could relax, spread out with the newspaper and have a reasonably priced breakfast. With the added plus that I could also have a beer a bit later as I had ordered food. It's far easier to hang about in a Wetherspoons (a chain of pubs with large square footage) than it is in a fast food outlet. So I had the Traditional Breakfast. Fried egg, bacon, sausage, hash brown and beans. I was then offered a choice of grilled tomato, mushroom or black pudding. I declined all three - without being offered an alternative - but it arrived with a tomato anyway. Which I left. The rest was yummy though, except that the egg yolk was very very pale and thin-looking. Hope I don't get bird flu. I did treat myself to a beer - to my topsy-turvey body clock it seriously felt like lunchtime. Just the one though, and only Fosters. I didn't take photos because I took them last year in the same establishment. I eked out a cup of tea until after 10.00, at which point I knew breakfast would be finished at the B&B and they would check me in, even if I couldn't access the room. Turns out they had no guests on Sunday night (an exceptional circumstance for them) so I could have pitched up at any time. Still, best to be courteous. We had booked the triple room we had last year, but when I arrived I was offered a choice. Triple room as booked, or a triple room with another double for the same price. They were together in their own separate "wing" and B&B owner Steve thought we might prefer them. Non nom nom I bit off his hand. Metaphorically. Of course I snagged the solo room, but everyone benefitted as none of us had to share a bed, we had two bathrooms between us and the other ladies didn't get to hear me snore. Or pump. Limes got in at about 13.30 I think. Dani was due at 14.00. I suggested they met up and shared a taxi (as I showered and luxuriated in having a room to myself). They pitched up about 3 hours later (exaggeration), but that's okay as I was having a lovely kip. Welcome, welcome! Time to open presents and prizes and have a good old chinwag! Limey brought the wine, I supplied the cocks and Dani had fistfuls of cash. Watch out Glasgow. The Cellar girls are in town.