At this time of the year, it seems that all anyone wants to do is to talk about Edinburgh. If it’s not the Jazz Festival, International Festival, Book Festival or Fringe Festival, then it’s the Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo. For months, my inbox has overflowed with notifications of events in the capital.
So it’s exactly the time of year when my thoughts turn westwards, towards the Dear Green Place. I have a deep and abiding affection for Glasgow, partly because my great-uncle used to live in the West End, partly because I’m married to a Westie, and partly because I enjoyed those years when it was where I worked.
For much of the year I visit Glasgow most weeks, but with a son heading off there to university I’ve found myself there ever more regularly. Both the place and the people are a tonic for the soul and if I don’t have time to get out into the country, what could be more revitalising than whiling away a few hours at Kelvingrove Park, spending an evening eating in Finnieston or watching Glasgow Warriors strut their stuff.
So this month we have decided to try and remind everyone of the splendours of the Weeg. Once you start thinking about it, they are many – and certainly far more than fellow Edinburghers care to remember.
I’d particularly like to thank my old colleague, former Herald Diary writer Tom Shields, for the time spent reminiscing. Many of the stories weren’t suitable for a family audience, but listening to this Glaswegian legend paint pictures of bygone Glasgow was a rare joy.
I hope you enjoy this diversion – as ever, feel free to let me know if not.