Glasgow clubbing, or at least the part of it that we saw last night, is something else. For a start, it’s just about the first time in my life that I’ve felt too old to be in a club - and that’s not just my recent birthday talking. As Lorna said, some of the men will be quite attractive when they hit puberty. As for the women, well, London has this bad habit of twisting your perceptions as to what normal women are. To quote Lorna again: “These women wouldn’t be out clubbing in London, they’d be at home crying until they were thinner.”
You know what? Although there was more flesh on show than I prefer (proto-Victorian that I am sometimes) and far too many flabby, bulging stomachs emerging from hipsters and cropped tops, the women seemed happy with themselves, and that has to be a good thing.
The other curious difference was the behavior of men and women on the dance floor. In London, women relax and have fun while the men preen, show off and try to get attention. Here, it’s exactly the other way round. I don’t know if that reflect the relevant power levels within the dating scene, but it was an unexpected switch around.
Well, we’re still in the suite at the hotel. It’s still a result!