That said, hurrah for cities, yay for people, and, most of all, yes! The internet. It tells me that the mild irritation I suffered on the Glasgow-Oban train could have been so much worse; brings me marstokyo splattering blood around McDonalds; tells me where to find naked folk singers, and that Michael Stipe is best served with milk, while Colin Firth goes better with coffee (context - where you can also find Thom Yorke with cocoa dribbling down his face, and Alanis Morissette buried up to her neck in corn).
When I was away I could feel my awareness of the world shrinking, I tell you. Shrinking.