Well, Senoufou, I passed through Glasgow on my way to that hitchhiking holiday. I caught the midnight Ribble Bus from Bolton to Glasgow, fare seven bob. On the back seat of the bus a dog spent the night throwing up. We had a bleary-eyed stop at Lockerbie at 5am. Got to the bus station in Glasgow (Buchanan Street? Can't remember) at seven in the morning. There were still a few drunks draped around from the night before. A scene of desolation after a sleepless night on a hot, crowded, smelly bus, and it was cold. But by late afternoon I was in Tongue Youth Hostel (train to Inverness then postbus to Tongue - did I change at Lairg??) and all was well. Can't remember the name of the pub in Tongue. Ben Loyal Hotel? But it was a good 'un in those days!