Things That Are Not Actually Normal, but Seem Sort of Normal After Living in Glasgow For 2 Years

This is a post related to one published by The Rejectionist, who is awesome and you should read her stuff.

Things that Seem Sort of Normal (But Aren't Really) After Living in Glasgow for 2 Years:

Vomit on the pavement (sidewalk) in the morning.

Border collies that wait patiently for their owners outside stores.

Orange skin.

The sun is STILL UP when you go to bed.

Feet wet constantly. I really mean constantly.

Never being quite warm enough.

The random guys who, for whatever reason, dress in a kilt and tam and have a collie dog.

If something is someone's fault, they will NOT admit it. Even with evidence.

Underhanded behaviour/backstabbing/two-facedness.

Buckfast.

Track suits as evening wear.

Alcohol on campus. Served by your professors.

Pound coins in order to use a shopping trolley.

Words like 'rubbish bin, knackered, mingin, greetin, etc'.

Stunningly beautiful landscapes that you will never have enough money to see.

Neds.

Awful wine.

The scenery and the whisky, along with the forced joviality and singalongs, are all for tourists.