The tin can

I was walking through Paisly, which was aweful as usual, but this time I had a friend. There was an Irn-Bru can which kept pace with me for most of the length of the high street, like the American Beauty plastic bag's rattly Scottish cousin. I was not entirly convinced that the slope of the high street was enough to account for the can's motion, or excessive rattlyness. I have thus developed a `tiny gnome in steel boots' theory in order to account for both.

ALSO
Today I went for a run and the weather was surprisingly nice, despite taking place in the Paisley area. Then I went back to the lab to make more 'corrections' to my transfer report.