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?"
"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.
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I wish I got some of these delicious looking halloween cakes and biscuits
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