Coincidence

I fly back from Poland to Glasgow Prestwick 10 days ago and the flight is completely full - but really how few people are on that flight? And how many people do I actually speak to? - just 1 - the Polish guy sitting next to me (who happens to live in Stockholm) and has just married the pretty lady at the window seat. So what are the chances that I will meet this very couple when I am in Edinburgh tonight?

Because I just did - as I am heading for my train at Haymarket station, I bump into them. So we went for a drink together - me, Monica and Adam, which at least starts to balance out all the Ewas (Eves) I'd met in Poland.

He's 62 and she's 34. They met on the internet and fell in love (or does that have anything to do with his bank balance?). I suppose he does have his own hair and teeth (and I reckon only one of these is purchased).

But the downside of drinking 3 malts is doing it on top of 3 wines (I'd already had enough!) and then getting on the wrong train to Glasgow wasn't one of my best moves. Should have read the bit about the train to QUEEN STREET.

Well, at least the conversation with my new Polish friends, the girl at the taxi rank and the taxi driver almost made up for the conference presenters who either stated the bloody obvious or were in some parallel universe that I had no desire to visit. Oh joy, I'm going back tomorrow.