Please take a seat and await your name...

In much the way that many a place has been described as having an atmosphere of waiting for something to happen, that my friends is what Stranraer is for; waiting. It was whilst walking back from my Indian meal that I looked on the drizzled streets and thought this is a town of people waiting to leave. Restaurants which rarely experience the same customers. Bars that will never be anyone’s local.
Most people here are either actively killing time or in the business of providing places for these chronographical murders to occur.
I imagine there are similar cities built on the banks of the River Styx, at the Pearly Gates, and to the entrance of Hades. With hotels with complementary pyjamas for the men, hats for the ladies.
At least the Chicken Bhoona was good.