I went to Glasgow the other day, and found the vegan
[Stereo] Cafe. I arrived at nine, which was the time the kitchen closed, so I ate some black bean nachos without cheese (with guacamole, jalapenos, and sweet corn salsa) at a nearby Mexican place, and went back to [Stereo] for a drink and some groovy tunes while I read my book.
While I walked through the city, I spotted a fox running across the road. As I scrambled to get a picture (unsuccessfully), a dude standing on the corner across from me shouted, "Run, ya crazy bastard!"