The other day, while waiting for the bus, a little, old, Glaswegian lady came up to me and told me I looked like Kylie Minogue. My polite but surprised "really?," encouraged her to tell me it was something about the way I had my hair pulled back. It was sweet, (even if I look nothing like Kylie) so I thanked her. She then proceeded to pull out a cigarette, flag down her bus, put away her cigarettes, and wave goodbye. Ironically enough, Kylie had been on my mind from this photo that I had taken a few minutes before. I had seen the sign the night before but was ill-equipped (and not really in the right frame of mind) to take the photo. Och, Glasgow!