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Lost Glasgow

@LostGlasgow

Trying to make sense of my surroundings, and myself, in an ever-changing city. Dreamer and imagineer.
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He once, in the Art Deco flat, at Anniesland, after his cancer diagnosis, asked: 'Does this sound right?'

He pinned me to the wall with this, and we both ended up in tears.

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Fifty-years ago tonight, at 11.30pm, Radio Clyde went on air.
The first record played, Kenneth McKellar's 'The Song of the Clyde'.

Fifty-years ago tonight, at 11.30pm, Radio Clyde went on air. The first record played, Kenneth McKellar's 'The Song of the Clyde'.
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Sadly, a horrible dose of the cold has put paid to my Hogmanay and New Year's Day plans - don't want to spread the lurgy.

Today, it's Lemsip, with perhaps a hot toddy for the Bells...

Sadly, a horrible dose of the cold has put paid to my Hogmanay and New Year's Day plans - don't want to spread the lurgy. Today, it's Lemsip, with perhaps a hot toddy for the Bells...
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An advertisement from the Glasgow Journal of 30 December 1745, giving information about an escaped 'negroe boy'. The ‘knock-kneed’ lad was last seen heading for Stirling, which was just about to fall to the retreating Jacobite army of Bonnie Prince Charlie.

An advertisement from the Glasgow Journal of 30 December 1745, giving information about an escaped 'negroe boy'. The ‘knock-kneed’ lad was last seen heading for Stirling, which was just about to fall to the retreating Jacobite army of Bonnie Prince Charlie.
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Sounds odd; thanking the death of a mate for hooking me up with an old bandmate. We played gigs when we were 14/15.
Years later, I went to look at a house in Shawlands, and thought: 'I've been here before!'.
It was his folks' house.
Couldn't afford it!

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