Big Dave got chips out the Cosmo earlier on and shared them round. They tasted great and as we're starving we head back in that direction as the final float passes on by.
Then surprise, surprise! Who else do we see but Harry the Hat, counterfeiter extraordinaire, whom I erstwhile assisted in forging £50 notes.
I hail him with a "Long time no see Harry! Where you been?"
"Hello hen," he replies, "How's everybody? I'm onto the bubbly the night."
He is blowing bubbles through a long wand and a bag of them for sale lies at his feet.
He poses for a coupla pics and we go on our way.
There's a nice view of a shipyard crane over the Howat Street tenements and I take a picture. Passing youths strike a pose and there's mirth and laughter in the air.
A young man and woman cut down Shaw Street pushing a pram.
"Ah want t'go int'eh Richards." she says.
"Well go then," he says.
"Ah cannae, Ah'm barred." she says.
"Well, don't go then." he replies.