Life on the Train

I love to ride the train. Given enough time, my enthusiasm may wane but I would bet not. It is a rare day that I do not ride the train. My commute is a short one. One I wish were a bit longer. That is the reason I know. I love to ride the train.

Munro perspective

That's me. I have bagged my first munro. No, I have not kidnapped some poor soul named Munro.

I am not drunk!

I am just walking in the Glasgow wind.

Credibility

It is a bit of an issue with me at the moment. With the exception of a few friends, no one has known me longer than a few months. Who am I?