The out walking is just the latest version of Dylan's pre gig ritual. About 15 years ago it used to be solo jogging. At that time, while playing the SECC in Glasgow, he decided to jog from his hotel to the gig. Hoodie, tracksuit bottems, no ID. Security at the gig wouldn't let him in. He had to go back to the hotel and get some. Gig security can be like that in Scotland. Eddi Reader, trying to get into the green room at Celtic Connections, was told "Nae pass, nae entry". "Don't you know who I am, I'm Eddi Reader" says the bold Eddi. "Naw, Hen", says wee Annie on the door, "A don't dae famous".
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