Fire Enquiries

Sperr grun where newly demolished warehouses stood in Shaw Street

Shooting down Shaw Street in the wee car, the young tiny govan team is spotted, sauntering along at dusk.

I stop to enquire where the Guy Fawkes festivities are to be held this year, as Rathlin Street is now a work in progress of tacky modern flats.
"Don't know," says a few, shrugging shoulders.
"How? You comin?" asks a tall fair boy.
"Uh-huh, but where is it?"

A dark owl-like boy thinks on his feet and chips in, in a squeaky voice, "Up therr, at the sperr grun'" and he points back to where the warehouses have recently been demolished and cleared.

"Aye, the bonfire's therr!" a bunch of them shout enthusiastically.

"Young Govan Team!" shouts one, for no apparent reason.

"Mebbe it'll be your motor," jeers the tall boy again, with a wide grin.

"Ha - ye can have it!" says I, speeding off before they take me up on the offer.