The tabbies seem so confused by his averred disrespect and why he's showing it, but surely it's just because he's an Awkward Human Being. It takes one to know one. Every time I turn a corner I am subtly prepared to smash into someone. I bet every time Gordon Brown goes to shake someone's hand, he realistically expects to accidentally jam his finger in their nostril. 10 Downing Street probably has a statement prepared for such an occasion. Something about it being a traditional Scottish greeting. In fact, he probably expects it so sincerely that if it happened, he would mildly wipe his hand on his jacket and go on with the day. It's like those people who are semi-facetiously prepared for a zombie attack -- if it did happen -- which it wouldn't -- they'd be the ones calmly shooting zombiefied relatives and carrying out their careful plan whilst everyone else screamed and panicked into the impending apocalypse.
I have another touristy weekend planned (though it includes reading two and a half manuscripts, doing three reader reports, reading a script and doing a script report) which will involve more walking than the whole of last weekend put together. And I do have a number of wispy threads to catch/very narrow avenues to explore/whatever other simile I can think of next week, so, I don't know, maybe there'll be life beyond Day 21, and maybe there won't be.