"We. Are. Not. Removing!"
The cut glass tones of the Mary Barbour Society ladies sound more akin to Guildford than Govan.
"No, indeed, my good man! We are certainly not removing!" soars above the crowd in defiant RP.
Three dusky maidens slink by, "Right on, sista," says one, nodding her tousled curls. "We're with ya."
Govan Housing must be birling in their office.
Hahaha - we laugh later as we fondly recall a story from the days when folk used to pay visits to their friends and relatives of a Saturday evening.
A posh aunty, who always wore a fox fur stole and talked wi a mooth full o' bools, was sitting by the window in the front room of 571 with the family. Over the road is The Three Ells, downstairs is The Bells."What's the time?" someone enquires.
Aunty cranes her neck round and looks down on the Govan Road. "It must be efter helf pest nine," says she, "for the pubs are all shyite."