We ended up choosing the bus (or national express coach) over the train because it was cheaper. Dave and Ego had tried to secure a driver and lorry at first but that fell through at the last minute, and apparenlty one needs at least a month to try and book this kind of transportation, at least for a band and equipment as opposed to sides of beef. We ended up making the underground at 7:15 and took the victoria line to the kings cross station. We arrived at the offices of the National Express tired, caffiene-less, and midly dizzy from lack of sleep but got our tickets and queued up for the coach. It turned out to be the best choice as we later learned that there was a rail strike in Scotland, and all trains were being stopped at the border. I may actually figure out the whole United Kingdom, the natioanlism of it's people, and the differences between the countries border-wise; and if I do I will try to explain sometime in the future.
The bus driver for our natioal express coach from london to glasgow was named davie. He gave us a 10 minute speech ( no exageration) on the rules ( no drinking no smoking) and then some of his own thoughts as well. I couldnt understand most of what he was saying but there was one part right tword the end where he expressed this thought in a barely intelligible scotish brouge.
"This job can really try your patience so dont go gettin out of line, that being said we are going to be running late to every stop because they dont provide enough time for refueling and smoking off the coach on the official schedule. Dont come and try to talk to me about it, If you need anything just let me know."
I was literally laughing so hard I was crying but trying to keep it on the DL unsucessfully, while the guy sitting next to me pretended to sleep and plotted how he was going to assasinate the american without causing a ruckus.
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