FRIDGE magnet safely in hand, I left Ayr yesterday to set up camp in Glasgow for the remainder of the Scottish tour.

I thoroughly enjoyed my first trip to this part of Scotland, and despite being scared out of my wits by the first person I chose to speak to, I quickly warmed to the place.

Somerset Park is a small, fairly scruffy but entirely charming place tucked in between a pretty intimidating block of flats and a housing estate. I walked at a fair old pace travelling to the ground on Wednesday night, laptop and iPad in tow, eyes fixed firmly to the ground. On the one occasion I did look up, I was treated to the fairly surreal sight of Conservative Cllr John Walsh walking briskly in the opposite direction, his own eyes fixed on the pavement, chatting on his mobile phone. I only hope he realised he was going the wrong way.

Once I got there, though, I found the club to be a warm and friendly one – with wi-fi to put some Premier League clubs to shame (Manchester United , Tottenham, I’m talking to you). I could even forgive the fact we had one plug socket to share between nine journalists.

The game itself moved along at an entertaining pace, and if the other two matches on this tour are played at that kind of tempo, I can only imagine Owen Coyle being well pleased.

It’s possible that the pace of the game was down to the massive flock of seagulls – check that eighties reference – that circled in the skies throughout. Whether they were expecting both teams to stop and start throwing them crusts of bread, I’m not sure, but had anyone stood still they would have offered themselves as a perch, or a target, if you know what I mean.

Interestingly, none of the seagulls seemed interested in flying near Adam Bogdan, whose goalkeeper shirt this season gives a new meaning to the word luminous.

He could yet be the only goalkeeper in the Championship this season that is visible from space.