Daleks, pirates and tropical plants

Yesterday morning I had an appointment with the Doctor. Unfortunately he did not turn up, which was odd because a familar blue police box was certainly there . Yes, yesterday morning Ka and myself ventured along to the Kelvingrove Art Gallery to experience the Doctor Who Exhibition that's been open since the end of March. My inner geek was enthralled. With a host of models, costumes and props the small exhibition was very entertaining with some great exhibits on show. The Daleks squawked and moved by remote control firing lasers at the viewers and the Cybermen lit up, speaking in their monotone accents and didn't really manage much movement at all. A slight wobbling was all you seemed to get from the Cybermen after activating them by pressing the one big button at the front of their stand. Kylie's outfit from the 2007 Christmas episode was also there. I stood looking up in awe at those fish net tights and waitress uniform for perhaps a little too long. Another highlight was a Dalek that you could actually climb inside, control and voice by speaking through a mike which transformed your normal tones into that of the metallic pepperpots themselves. When I say it was a highlight, I mean, it would've been if I had had the opportunity to have a go. The thing was forever surrounded by these flamin' kids who could not even do a decent voice through the speaker. I tell you, if I'd been given a chance inside it the kids would have all been running for their lives! As we left Ka managed to crash one of the touchscreen computers which taught you all about the Doctor, past and present. Ka requested info on Ecclestone's Doctor to which the computer gave a viral warning and closed down. Unfortunately K-9 was not around so we had to inform a clueless security guard who just kind of garbled something expecting a laugh and when we looked back blankly he shrugged and carried on moping about. He was possibly a little scarier than some of the creature designs surrounding us.
After our adventures in space and time we headed up Byres Road to Oran Mor for some lunch. As we discovered on entering the friendly whisky bar, Celtic FM was transmitting live with various different musicians and singers which we listened to as we bought a pint. After sitting quietly, listening to the music for approximately ten minutes or so, another bunch of folk dressed in blue rags and rubbish pirate costumes jumped out from behind one of the bar's wooden pillars singing 'A Pirates Life for Me' and 'Yellow Submarine'. As this all kicked off I was just standing to make my way to the bar to order food when a small man in his sixties, who had been sitting quietly beside me but at the next table, jumped up on to his feet, elbowed me out of the way and started playing a flute shimmying away to the music, joining the young pirate with the guitar. Picking myself back up I made my way round all the shiny happy pirates to the bar and realised it was 'A Play, a Pie and a Pint' day in Oran Mor. This relaxed lunchtime theatre programme runs in Oran Mor through the Spring and Autumn in which you can go along and for the price of a ticket get a , you guessed it, drink, pie and play. In all honesty the pies did not look up to much but scotch pies are often like that. Once you start eating them you generally forget that they actually look a bit unappetizing.
After lunch Ka and myself then headed to the Botanic Gardens across the road for a walk around the plants, ponds, glass houses and sunbathers. It had been a long time since my last visit and the gardens really impressed with their vibrant colours and amazing amount of tropical foliage. Don't get me wrong, I don't have much of a clue when it comes to gardening and always speedily flick the channel whenever I hear that Beechgrove Garden theme tune but the walk round the Gardens and the Kibble Palace was surprisingly enjoyable.
Once evening came we were once again eating out, only this time it was with Mum, Dad and Lynsey Ann for Tapas in Ola, EK's one and only Spanish restaurant. It was Mum's treat and we all ended up leaving, bellies full and a little inebriated. It was the Brandy's fault. They ran out of JD.