I met Sarge on his lunch break yesterday. For lunch. It felt quite decadent, eating at a restaurant in the middle of the afternoon, while not being on holiday. I might not be on holiday, but I still don’t know where the hell I am half the time. Geographically/directionally speaking, of course. This isn’t because I’m new to the city. I lived in Glasgow for more than four years, in the same neighbourhood for nearly three of those, and I…
