Today I became a traveller, like Anthony Bourdain only without the camera crew.

En route to Edinburgh. The air con is getting systematically stronger as East Coast trains acclimatises its passengers to the inevitability of Scottish weather. At Glasgow a very red man boarded. He is grunting and gripping the table with unusually hairy hands. A Scot?I am obsessed with my friend's Cowabungler record. Apparently rippling beneath my surface are untold wells of misery that only this album can tap. The second I switch it off I am happy. But I can't switch it off. Batteries have to run out. I am plugged in on the train. This means four hours of staring out the window feeling raw.To find out how deep you are you can listen to it here (for free).... http://www.roundronvirgin.com/?p=150