Twenty-one years ago, I trudged the mean streets of Glasgow’s East End, proffering a message hardly anyone there wanted to hear. I wasn’t a Jehovah’s Witness, nor was I selling insurance, although I might as well have been.
The Scots have a word for it
The Scots have a word for appallingly dismal weather – well they would have to by now wouldn’t they? Dreech. Feel the quality of that word dripping down the back of your neck and it incrementally racks up the misery index. Dreech. It was indeed a dreech day last week when I travelled with my son from the East End of Glasgow, where I was visiting my mother, to travel to the country’s capital. When I was my son’s age in the 1970s Edinburgh wasn’t really the capital of anything. Today it feels like a capital city. In a cautious …
