Then last Friday, a snippet of culture in the Manipulate Festival at the Traverse. I under-appreciated this festival to my sadness, on account of work up to the gunnels and rehearsals and a leaving night for a boy I worked with. But did dart along to see Renaissance on the Friday night.

Three pints in probably wasn't the best time to see an incredibly artistic, fast-paced entirely black and white cartoon. Elegant. But I slept, missed vital twists and turns of the plot and never really caught up again. But at least it made me feel as if I was being cultured, even if I was really only sleeping in a cultured location.