Once more from London to Glasgow, where the streets are paved not so much with gold as with discarded chip wrappers and cans of Tennent’s Super. It’s also – and I mean this quite seriously and literally – ruddy freezing up here. I’d forgotten just how cold it gets.
Anyway, a swift weekend here sorting out the post, then down to London again on Monday, when we seem to be doing two performances with audiences of schoolkids. Which is, frankly, terrifying.