Friday, 25 April 2014
Friday, 18 April 2014
Watson's window on sunny Shaw Street is filled with Easter treats this Good Friday morn. The soft sponge with gooey fondant icing is under attack by the Govan Baby. Dig in!
No homemade picnic for us today, instead we get takeaway burgers from Cafe 13 and enjoy the sun on the banks of the Clyde as the police boat churns the smooth waters.
Friday, 11 April 2014
You know when you pass somewhere all the time and then one day you get to it and something is different about it, but you can't think what. That's what is happening to me just now. The scene is the same, and yet, altogether different. I can see the funnels of the Waverley, but can I see more than usual? As I approach the gates to the graving docks on Stag Street, I realise that the clearing we've been hearing about is well underway.
A truck is parked on the slope and I slip through and ask the workies what's getting made.
"We don't know," says one, too quickly. I think they've been told to say that.
"How's it looking so different?" I ask, and they explain it's the trees and shrubbery that's gone, cleared and piled up for shredding.
"Gives ye a nice clear view a Glesga," he smiles, "Memories?" he enquires. "We've had ebdy in here, a' lookin' aboot, a' sen'imen'al. Aaaww, that's wherr we sat n that's wherr the Govan Team sat."
I take a few snaps and continue on my path.
Thursday, 3 April 2014
Saddest scene was film of a workie prising the Govan Road signage off of rubble.
Best bit was the dancing, singing and enthusiasm of today's young Clydesiders.