Entry for 9th April, 2008

As I mentioned yesterday, I travelled through to Edinburgh to get some documents authenticated at the Spanish Consulate.
Whenever, I’m travelling to Edinburgh, I try to take the train. In The M8 motorway is notoriously jammed in the mornings: If I took the car, I would likely arrive at my meetings in Auld Reekie sweaty and hypertensive. Although these are two qualities which I find in abundance amongst my legal colleagues – I suspect we are secretly screened prior to being granted a place at university - I am trying to buck the trend. So I take the train. Therefore I generally arrive both serene and smelling faintly of apple and camomile shampoo. I am surprised that I have not yet been signed up as the new face of Loreal – that bird from Four Weddings and a Funeral is beginning to get a bit past her sell-by date.
I’m lucky enough to live close to Uddingston station which has a direct train to Edinburgh. It’s one of those suburban services that stops at every lamppost, (“The next stop is Betty MacDonald’s back garden. Alight here for tea and scones. Mind the gap”) but I like travelling by train, and it always gives me the chance to catch up on some work during the three hour round trip.
I am now a Twenty First Century Man, and I travel with laptop, mobile phone and Dictaphone. I am a little one man office; I am lawyer and secretary rolled into one. It doe attract funny looks from other commuters when I emerge from the train’s lavatory squeezed into a sexy little pencil skirt, looking sexy but efficient.
Anyone care to give me some dictation?