Tuesday, 15 July 2014
"ONE DOSSER'S ENOUGH, THANK YOU..."
Above is the Glasgow West End tenement flat in which I lived back
in the 1950s. A few years ago, I made it back into the building (on the
staircase, and outside the door), but not into my old apartment, which is
currently available for renting. No doubt some trendy young student will
avail themselves of its shelter before too long, but I sometimes wonder if
I'd like to live there again. It wouldn't quite be an exercise in nostalgia,
because I have no real memories of the place as I moved when I was
still a toddler, but it is an extremely pleasant and desirable area.
And above are the windows through which I no doubt once gazed,
held aloft in the arms of a parent. I know you're not really interested,
but just pretend I'm someone famous and you're on a quick tour of the
place. I often feign interest in boring subjects (and people) - it's some-
thing we all have to do at some stage in our lives. It'll be over before
you know it and then you can get back to doing really exciting things,
like watching LOOSE WOMEN or JEREMY KYLE on telly.
Across the road (from the opposite direction of where the picture
was taken) is the church in which I was Christened. (The building on
the far left from your pov.) It's no longer a church and I haven't been
inside since not long after the day some old geezer sprinkled water
on my head, but I'll make a point of gaining access one day.
Gibson Street - Otago Lane is along the side-street on the left of
the picture. This is a nice area (just around the corner and down from
the University) and is well-worth a visit if you're a vacationing Yank or
wandering Sasannach in search of a fine meal, little drinkie, friendly
natives, or interesting architecture.
The school below is a relatively new construction, but its modern
design blends in well with the existing buildings. More importantly,
it stands on the site of what was once a roughly surfaced and poorly
maintained (unofficial, I think) car park, which, to be frank, was
nothing but a disgraceful eyesore.
The picture below is now looking back up the street from the
opposite direction. The second side-street near the top of the road
leads to my old residence, just a short walk along. Near the car in the
foreground is where I found a wallet containing £175 a few years back.
Although I waived a reward when handing it in to the police, the grateful
owner graciously left £50 to be handed over to me. Extra large fish
supper that night for sure - with a pickled onion and a beetroot.
Above, Saint Silas' Episcopal Church, straight across from the
gates of Kelvingrove Park. Look at that window - it's like something
out of DITKO's DOCTOR STRANGE. (Gotta get those comic-
book references in somewhere.)
At the back of what was once a Primary school and is now a pub, is
located the Stand Comedy Club. Haven't yet been, but plan to visit
the premises one day. One of the comedians who's performed there (forget
his name, but he's appeared on TV), once did a gig at a hotel bar in my home
town. Doing a routine about his wife and what a tart she was (not in real life
obviously), he nodded at me and said "She'd even sleep with you!", which got
a bit of a laugh. When I shot back "She has - and she enjoyed it!", it got an
even bigger laugh and stopped him in his tracks. He thought for a moment,
trying to come up with a retort, but gave up with a chuckle and a shake of
his head. He was halfway through his next line when he paused, muttered
to himself "She has - and she enjoyed it!", laughed again, then carried
on. The other comedians were all very nice to me afterwards.
And now the famous Scottish comic strip hero - LOBEY
DOSSER. Rather than me witter on about him, here's what
the plaque on the plinth says:
EL FIDELDO's tail was missing for a while a few years
back. Nice to see it's been restored and that he's managed
to hang onto it. Long may it be so! (If you can say that
about such a short tail).
Above, RANK GOOJIN, alias MOONMANDO. Below,
another dosser. In my defence, I deliberately dress down so that
potential muggers (there'd need to be more than one) don't suspect
the large quantities of cash I carry about my person. (Think they
bought that, Moony?) Anyway, that's your whistle-stop tour of
a particularly leafy part of Glasgow - hope you enjoyed it.
Posted by Kid at Tuesday, July 15, 2014