I was on t’ telly this morning, blinking a great deal and talking about the new Apple Store in London. For the benefit of friends and family I didn’t warn (ie - all of them) the video, featuring a mercifully short soundbite from me, is here.

The store itself is, as you’ll see, both vast and lovely, as far as shops go. Tons of space, impressive glass staircase and walkway, neither of which you’re likely to see for the next week as hoards of Macolytes descend on Regent Street and squeeze in. I’ll be trooping along too, but maybe not tomorrow. Indeed, if you want to make the opening day, I’d start lining up… ooh… now. Like this chap who has flown in from Texas for the event, is about to spend his second night on the street outside, and is keeping a blog about his experiences. Amazing.

The reporter on the story, incidentally, is another member of the Scottish Media Mafia. Quentin Sommerville and I were contemporaries in the Scottish student political "scene" in the early 90s. He held the loftier position of President at Edinburgh, while I was a deputy president at Napier, editing the student paper. "We," he said by way of introduction to a colleague yesterday, "used to know each other when we were thin!"

Aye, but he’s got a better tailor than me now, damn him.

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