FEAR AND LOATHING IN GLASVEGAS
We were somewhere around Falkirk on the edge of a trading estate when the referendum began to take hold... we started seeing cars racing past with saltire flags fluttering oot the windy, and by the time the airport bus arrived at Buchanan Street you could feel the electricity in the air and my attorney, Dr Gorbals, a 49-kilo Scotsman, was screaming about bats.He had previously been boasting of how peaceful the whole run-up to the referendum had been, no violence, all very civilized. And he was right. As we approached George Square w e stepped aside to allow a guy in a T-shirt to pass, bent double between two Glasgow polis. I checked into the hotel and as I closed the door behind me the fire alarm went off. In our drug-fuelled paranoia we thought it was us, and the whole hotel started to evacuate. One woman was walking calmly towards the exit in her dressing gown and bare feet. We slipped out the front door...