 I was rather surprised by how keenly Scots took to the presence of the Olympic Torch, but nowhere near as surprised as I was by how happy I was to join in the general merriment. Perhaps after my republican grinching over the Jubilee weekend, I was keener than I'd imagined to be part of society again. After looking up where it was going to be, out of idle curiosity, I was quite delighted to find that it was going to be barely a few hundred yards from where we live, so I took a half day and the three of us pottered along to see what was going on. We were there early enough to pick a good spot and plan out some decent photos, the holy grail of which was a shot of Nate, at least close to the torch, though he declared himself unimpressed by the whole business and soon fell asleep. The torch was due to leave the main road and head up the driveway of a local sports centre, and we'd carefully positioned ourselves on a corner between the road and the driveway, so that we'd get three goes at it; the torch going into the sports centre, on its way out, and then as it continued down the main road. Three bus loads of indeterminate anonymous and rather desperate looking cheerleaders later, and we were ready, it was finally upon us.  Unfortunately, instead of following the cheerleader coaches up the driveway, the bearer and his minders carried happily along the main road, past the entrance, and were soon joined by an even larger gaggle of frantic stewards all shouting some variant of "You've missed the bloody turn, you idiots! Pardon my French there kiddies!"  I lost sight of the bearer in the rush of the crowd to reposition to the fact that the route had made an impromptu change. I like to think he hurdled the railings on his way into the sports centre, but I fear he just found a gap and went through it. There was a loud high pitched cheer when he went inside the centre, so I suspect there was a large number of kids inside waiting for him. When it emerged, we had a new bearer:  This guy was fantastic; you can't really tell from the picture, but he's a wheelchair user, and after he finished his shift with the flame, he was mobbed by kids, and I don't think a single one went away without getting a go with his torch or getting their picture taken. He was there ages. I'd love to tell you more about the torch bearers we saw, but the [mugshots on here](http://www.london2012.com/torch-relay/torchbearers/day=2012-06-08/index.html) are sadly incomplete, so I can't. That was it then, the Olympic torch on its way through our little bit of Glasgow. Well, except for one last thing:  Nate, you will note, was bored of all this jogging nonsense and was dreaming of a rock concert.