This evening I was watching The Best & Worst Places to Live in Britiain with Kirstie & Phil (don't you just wish they were your friends?) and I was all ready for Glasgow to be number one. Manchester? Check. Bits of London? Check. But where is Glasgow of the broken bottles of buckfast and tight white shorts on sausage legs? Nowhere to be found. I was all for blaming the sad bits of my life on my environment, but it seems I will have no excuse to fall back on. It is all me. Nuts.