Lost Glasgow
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Trying to make sense of my surroundings, and myself, in an ever-changing city. Dreamer and imagineer. Memorial Device: Alternative National Treasure
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Nope, you ain't comin' in...
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Piece in our time...

Plumber Sam Fleming, 62, enjoys his lunchtime piece and a tin of hot sweet tarry tea during his lunch before returning to his shift at the John Brown yard at Clydebank, on 17th November 1939.

Pic: Daily Record
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Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals so that security and liberty may prosper together."
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We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted.
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Dwight D Eisenhower: "we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists, and will persist.
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Bow your heads children, a great one be moving on...

In his old London studio, coffees and breakfast rolls with Paul Cook, from The Pistols - his longtime drummer - I was a pig in the proverbial.

The laughs...
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Just back from the last show of Edwyn Collins's last tour, in Edinburgh, his birthplace. An incredibly moving show, packed with favourites and hits. And the beginning of the encore, where he played 'Low Expectations' and 'Home Again' was absolutely emotionally devastating.
A seated Edwyn Collins, singing next to his son, standing, in front of his band. The backdrop says "Edwyn", in the style of the Elvis Comeback Show backdrop.
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All of a sudden, I'm 15 again, round her parents' big gaff, drinking Breaker Malt Liquor, smoking B&H Gold, and sticky black joints. The soundtrack? Doors, Undertones, New Order, Siouxsie.
I think I had eyeliner on...
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The city rarely stands still...
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A lovely evening, speaking to the Carmunnock Heritage Society, where, chance would have it, I bumped into an old school pal who I haven't seen in over 40 years.

Typically, she arrived fashionably late...
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I'm sure it was; somewhere online there are pics of the demolition work.
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It is - it came fifth...
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Also, nice to see the steeple when it was still attached to the old Tollbooth - the former council chambers; the old Tontine Hotel, next door; and the King William statue, before it galloped up the hill towards the Cathedral.
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A fabulous picture postcard of Glasgow Cross at the junction of the Trongate and High Street. The picture is certainly pre-1896 as there's no sign of Glasgow Cross station yet. The works to the left of the picture are the cut and cover tunnel being dug for the railway line.
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For whom the (school) bell tolls...

The great bronze bell from the old school's clock tower now sits in the foyer of the current Beaton Road school.

Pic/text: The City That Disappeared: Glasgow's Demolished Architecture by Frank Worsdall (1981)
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A proper Clyde puffer...

A Tobacco Lord/Virginia Don relaxing with his pipe, on the cover of a booklet for the 1901 International Exhibition, by Glasgow tobacco merchants F & J Smith.
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An old penny. Before decimalisation pounds, shilling, and pence were, L S D...
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Anyone else want to go and hear Charles Dickens do a reading tonight? Sure I've got a spare ticket, somewhere...

Pic: Advert in the Glasgow Sentinel, 1858
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Classic - went looking for it the other day.

After Gary Larson published the cartoon, he and Goodall became good friends.
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"I will cut adrift - I will sit on pavements and drink coffee - I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim - this fine October." Virginia Woolf

Paris, 2017