The morning's first holy communicants are barely off to their celebration dinners before a dark drumming reverberates up through our soles and we catch sight of a republican flute band.
It wends its way past Govan Cross before turning right up Broomloan Road, no doubt with a pointed stop at Ibrox Stadium. Ouch.
One of the mothers of today's holy children runs with the march, still in her peerie heels and cream mini dress, her face set in a vicious scowl.
2 comments:
Plus ca change.
Always pleased to see a new post on your blog. Do please, please keep 'em coming.
Thank you and nice to hear from you. Only wish I had more time to write. Thanks for reading.
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