I forgot to mention in the mojo post last night about one of the best sights I’ve ever seen. Walking down to the train station in Cambridge the other morning, someone had left a cummerbund at the bus stop. A cummerbund. Serious. How the other half live, eh? In Glasgow, you are lucky to see pavement pizza or to have any of the perspex left on the side, let alone a cummerbund. My world was subtly expanded.