Glasgow Boy Afoot

‘ Once upon a time …’ often signals the start of a bedtime story. Inevitably, the tale is set in the past, the olden days. Well, this present tale is of happenings from around 55 years ago. Not too old. While my memory is dulled by passing time, the key players in this little narrative are remembered as though it was yesterday. Time passes and those involved are no longer children. Nonetheless, there is nothing wrong with starting this recollection in the same tried-and-teste

Kirkintilloch Cross of pre-'70s So, where do I start? I suppose Kirkintilloch Cross is as good a place as any. In the early 1970s, Kirkintilloch and the area around the Cross had become part of our ‘cruising’ zone once we had grown out of Bishopbriggs, before we moved on to Kilsyth and, believe it or not, Banton. ‘We’ were me and my friends. It was the late ‘60s - early ‘70s, I had left school a year earlier than most of my schoolmates, but despite making my own way in the wo

As you get older, your mind often returns to memories of people and happenings of the past. I'm no different in that respect as those memories can either offer some succour and joy as ageing takes its toll, or they can bring back feelings and thoughts of less happy times. I'm a positive kind of person, so I tend to look back, less in anger, but more with a degree of thankfulness for everything that I have experienced and survived. Nonetheless, those retrospective musings also

As we all get older, it is normal to reminisce on life past with more than a little nostalgia. I suppose this is what this blog is; a...