
Living in Glasgow has its downsides and one of the most irritating is being so far away from many of my friends and by extension, all the Julip shows. This year I was determined to combine both of those things in one big bumper trip.
I haven't seen Tom and Rory since last year's RHS, and as this year's official Julip Live was less than an hour away from their house it seemed like the perfect way to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone and so, last Wednesday I rolled out of bed at the ungodly time of 6:38 am so my dad could run me into town to get the 8am train down south. I’m aware that for most people that’s not much of a challenge but when you’re a night owl and don’t currently have the routine of work to adhere to, anything before 9am is waaaay too early!