I went on a night out in The Village last night. East Kilbride Village to be precise, the original part of the town before it became a New Town in the 60s (or whenever it was).

Cue lots of Prisoner references going through my mind. Especially as I kept seeing signs pointing to The Village, shops called The Village Tandoori or whatever. What would have been good would have been if the local council had adopted the font used by Renfrewshire Council (see Paisley pattern logos on their site at http://www.renfrewshire.gov.uk ) They certainly don't believe in putting signs up that are clear and understandable. I had to wander around the bus station for a bit trying to work out which direction I wanted to go in.

It wasn't my usual kind of night out. I was out with people from my new workplace. I was in a very old pub with beams in the ceiling and inglenooks round the walls, filled with very old people downstairs while upstairs seemed to be where all the leftovers from the 80s gathered, complete with appropriate decor (and music).

It's quite an odd place, East Kilbride. Most of it reminds me of Harlow, in Essex, where my then husband worked in the mid-80s for ITT (whatever happened to them?) but the old town seems quite interesting. I must explore the village area as there seems to be quite a bit of local history. I passed memorials to colliery disasters and the Covenanters on my way to the pub.

It's really not that far away from where I live. It only takes me about 20 minutes to get to work on the bus. Last night I caught the 1.30am night bus back to Glasgow and got home about 2.00am - dirty stop out that I am!

I was on a bus in Paisley this afternoon with a few others on our way to Gleniffer Braes. At the next stop the doors opened and with a shout of “Oh God it's Elvis!” an elderly gentleman boarded. He proceeded to make his Elvis cry a few more times while standing in the aisle attempting an Elvis impersonation until the driver shouted at him to sit down.

So he sat down while announcing that he had had a wee dram. (You'd never have guessed.) He then proceeded to inform us all that he was 67 and made more references to Elvis. He told the woman sitting in front of him that she should have seen him in 1957 when he was 16 and quite attractive. She didn't appear to be very impressed and told him so. She also told him she wouldn't have been interested in him as she was married by then and bringing up children.

This didn't phase him as he then got up and shouted “Oh God it's Elvis!” a few more times while trying to dance like Elvis until the bus reached his stop.

Elvis had left the building, leaving a very amused bus load of passengers.

Things quietened down until the next stop when a man made his way from the back of the bus, danced a little bit in the aisle, and announced “I'm Jimi Hendrix!”.