I just got back from a busy evening at the Glasgow Skeptics meeting; big crowd, lots of fun, a certain creationist will probably be whining about his savage mistreatment soon, I got to meet Charlie Stross, I had Glenlivet delivered to me for the Q&A, I also drank a bottle of Irn Bru (mmmm, mediciney liquid bubble gum), and Cthulhu ate my brains.

Tomorrow, bright and early, I fly off to Gatwick, take a detour to London, and speak in Brighton. This is my life.