Glasgow
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You can listen to me reading the whole newsletter by clicking on the wee arrow above. Takes about seven minutes. I don’t remember the flat in Walmer Crescent, in that now-very-nearly-genteel Greek Thomson curve off Paisley Road West that was dad and mum’s first home in Glasgow. It would have been crumbling and smoke-blackened in…
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Creamola Foam. It’s time has returned. The great lost Scottish drink, its chemical formula apparently mislaid during a slew of company takeovers, tins and cartons of the stuff appearing only rarely and fetching vast sums on eBay, seems to have invaded my life recently. It has popped up on my radio show once or twice,…
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Went to Clydebank last night, to the dubious Empire multiplex (next to the really scruffy but surprisingly excellent Shanghai Express restaurant) with Mag and Laura to see the new Mickey Rourke flick The Wrestler, which is, as Springsteen’s song says over the closing credit, a one-trick pony of a movie. Two tricks, actually. Turned by…
