A wee trip to Scottish land!

Lost & wet as we avoid the rain, sheltering under some scafolding; I hear Katie giggling. "I can just image how you're going to write about this in your blog."

Thursday, myself, Katie and Maddy trotted up to Glasgow to attend an exhibition opening. We were actually attending said opening because our work was in it—more importantly our work was one of the main pieces exhibited in the space. Along with our Head of Marketing (Megan Brown) we made our trip north in search for free beer, contacts and – as it turned out – rain.

The competition was run by Poster Project; by the staff of Front Page in South Block Gallery. I know that's a mouthful, but they are all rather lovely so why wouldn't I list em' off?

Martin, the head honcho tearing up our poster

We entered the poster competition with our entry "30 Perforations on Blue". I know, doesn't that sound fine arty? Well that's what we were going for, a little poke at ourselves really. The theme of the competition was 'stress', so we decided to make a poster that allowed stress relief—a poster you could tear.

Stood there drinking our beer, we cheered and screamed as every person took the brave plunge to extend our their arms and tear off a little chunk. There we are, mid-conversation, then some unlucky bugger goes to rip out a section of the poster—hurah! we cheer! we shout!

Meg-Dawg ripping our poster

It got to about two hours in and few people had't been brave enough to make any big rips, so every now and then, we'd sneak in and make a tear ourselves. Then, as we stood there encouraging the staff members to tear it up; one brave lady marches up to the plate and makes one large, brave tear (as seen at the bottom right of our blue A2) making the poster wish it was never born; and us rather happy indeed.

It's a bloody brilliant feeling, wathcing as people interact with your work. Wanting to tear it up and keep a little bit for themselves; looking at all five winning posters, admiring them and then turning to ours and attacking it—ruddy fantastic!

Meg-Dawg caught ripping our poster

As we left the poster was in a worse state than any of the images I have now, hanging of it's top left hinge; partly covering it's poster neighbour. It looked broken, ripped and fucked; it looked fantastic!

It was lovely meeting all these new people, an experience that I'd never been through before. We met lovely scottish drunks, lovely scottish designers and lovely scottish people. I've been talking about wanting to branch out to Scotland for a while, especially with Lucky Me Lucky You and this has cemented that idea. If we get the chance, we are going right back up to that lovely place.

Kaite, chatting about our ripped arse poster

Also, Scotland has a better design scene than London right now—yeah, I said it!