Deep in the cold and damp of Saturday morning in January in Scotland, I took a trip on the Glasgow subway - a one-line railway which loops around the city.
But while Glasgow is a mainly grey city architecture-wise, its subway was a more colourful experience
The train itself: three cute bright orange carriages - like an oversized Berocca tube - bolting, barrelling, zipping through the tunnels.
A woman (who looks like Hayley from Coronation Street) wearing bright turquoise coat, a man in a bright orange hi-vis vest, a station with pastel pink walls, a girl with a bright pink bobble hat, coat and shopping bag, a man with a bright red scarf, a lady's bright purple handbag, a bright green hat, and a cerise beret.
And then there was the colourful scenes all around me:
- Someone telling a long story to her mother about Amy and Lindsay and the job they both applied for.
- An old lady rolling her shopping trolley onto the carriage with a sigh.
- A woman entering and grimacing, "Something smells, doesn't it man? They should put air freshener."
- A woman asking her child, "Did you bring toilet roll? No? We'll need to get hankies."
- A police officer asking a little girl, "Have you been to the shops? Did you buy any knick knacks?"
- A teenage girl admonishing her little sister, "Stop acting so smart!"
- Someone saying," Every time the council's used it makes the case complex."
- A man loosing his footing, tripping on top of another man, says "Aye, we're close now!"
