Most people know I’m rather fond of Glasgow. I am.
So, it was an obvious choice of location to see Queens of the Stone Age. I’d never actually been to one of their gigs before, having only seen them a couple of times at festivals.
And, on the night, I realised that it’d been some time since I’d been to an arena gig. And around a dozen years since I’d been to that particular venue.
It was a good one too.
The only negative of the night, in common with most venues, was the shocking choice of drinks. I mean, not everyone drinks lager.
Another negative, the day before, was the discovery that the 13th Note, my most favourite bar in Glasgow, had closed in July.
According to a guy in Mono, around the corner, someone new was brought in to manage the place. Their treatment of staff hadn’t been great, resulting in their joining a union and, ultimately, striking.
Of course, this was all second hand, and the notice in the window seemed to give another side to the story. Still, it was so sad to see the place closed.
On a positive note, new bars were discovered, such as the State Bar. A great little pub with a good selection of hand-pulls.
Harriet was a big hit there, with staff and customers making a fuss of her. They were even happy to see her back the next day.
It was the same in Sloan’s. While I’ve been there many times, it was the first time with the hound.
The hound was also brilliant on the train, not that she’s ever been anything but good. But that does mean that we can plan other trips with her.