The Struggle at Byron Road

Hello! My first night wasnt even average. First it was cold then hot. I woke up 8. Computing and room arranging. 10 breakfast with toast and garlic butter and some juice. 1130 out to town. I walked along the Sauciehallroad in the search for charity shops. On the way a few less fortunate persons were selling the Big Issue. I found the charity shop of Uk Cancer research. I bought four plainl glasses and two cups. Four spoons from a 1 pound shop. By bow I had reached the city center and the tourist information by the marketplace. I bought a better map and with its guidance I found my way to the River Clyde. It was dark and dirty. I walked along and saw the Central station, very beautiful! From there I walked to North Street, just next to the M8 and to the Mitchell library. I got a card from a librarian who wore a "turban". The library was huge with five floors, the biggest in Europe. I found some intresting books about scottish law but wasnt allowed to borrow them. So I walked to the next floor and asked for great scottish fiction. The librarian showed me and said some names. I didnt understand a single name tough I understood her english. I decided on Alasdair Grey, George Mackay Brown and A. L. Kennedy. I had never heard of them before. After the culture I started off to Lidl. It was far to walk. I decided to take a trollie. I filled it with stuff. Some of the products where the same as in the great Lidl of Kyrkslätt Finland. On my way home I got lost. I walked all the way to Byron Road. By back was dark blue of sweat. I unpacked and we conversated, the flatlads and I. Forza Italia went of for a jogginground. I Served Pripelsås to the french boy, as Forza Italia calls him. He added loads of salt on it but ate all. For dessert honey melon. By that time I had learned a lot about Benin, the country from where the french boy came seven years ago. Now I sit in my room.