Friday, 4 June 2010

The Bill of Fair

So, who is the best represented group at this year's Govan Fair? Well, on reflection, I'd have to say it's the Polis. Before the night's even started, they're making their subtle presence felt.
Two constables stand at the corner of Shaw Street and the Govan Road, below the all-seeing eye of the camera on the pole next to them. It swivels around all night, watching proceedings, east, west, north and south.
In the warm summer night, a young gent helps Police with their enquiries.
The heat gets more intense in this blurry photo of the sid, dressed in black leather jaikets. In the close mooth, they question a chap, one talking into a walkie-talkie and the other writing in a wee notebook. The interrogated is thin as a stick, skin like parchment stretched to its limits over his face.
A poliswumman on a bike.
An Asian policeman walkin'.
The meat wagon does its rounds after the fair.
This one always gives me the creeps.
N.B. Mounted polis were in also in attendance but they were down at Howat Street and too far away for ma camera.

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