HomeMore overuse of the word "Gah!"
Or a day in town when nothing seems to go right
So, on Sunday, I was sat around at home idly playing with Movable Type and seeing what some of the more obscure options do when A Friend In The Suburbs phoned. “I’m having a crap weekend,” she said, “want to come round some art galleries?”
So, I went out and we wandered down to Queen Street, to the Scottish National Portrait Gallery, because they have three rather good exhibitions on at the moment. We got there. And it was shut.
Gah!
So, we walked back the way we came—in the rain, of course—and said “I know, let’s go to the Fruitmarket Gallery, they’ll be open even though it’s Sunday.” So we did. And they were open. But they didn’t have any exhibitions on.
Gah!
So, we wandered round their wee shop and ooh’d and aah’d all the books and postcards, and Friend In The Suburbs said: “Why don’t we go to the City Café and get some food?” So we did. We looked at the menu, and thought “mmm, desserts.” We tried to order pancakes.
“Sorry, we’re halfway through changing the menu. No pancakes.”
“Ummm … do you have any desserts?”
“Sorry, no. We’ve got rid of them all. We still have milkshakes, though.”
“OK, I’ll have a chocolate mint milkshake.”
“Sorry, we only have chocolate, strawberry or vanilla. No mint.”
Gah!
So, in the end we went to Favorit and had lots of cake there, whilst spying on all the other cafe-users and saying we wished we’d had our camera with us so we could photograph them all.