Saturday in Buchanan Street

Although it's only 2 Saturdays before Xmas I had to go into the centre of Glasgow today. As I left the station the place seemed quiet but it then became apparent that that was due to an Orange Walk taking place a few streets away! I have no idea why that lot were out parading their brand of bigotry today but there they were, banners and flags flying, using the communal Lodge brain cell to make a nuisance of themselves as only they can.

On into Buchanan Street and it was busier there. In one direction we had the ubiquitous South American musicians and in the other was the Salvation Army playing carols and shaking collecting tins. Somewhere there was a piper playing as well, but I didn't see him. In front of the bank there was an old guy with a microphone (and explanatory pamphlets), shouting about Jesus and being ignored. He seems to be there fairly regularly so he must like being ignored.

For some reason there were no Hare Krishnas to be seen, which is strange as usually you can't walk down the street without them trying to flog you a CD, or weasel money out of you by saying they're carrying out a "survey". I don't know why they can't just be honest and tell you they are Hares and what they are up to. Instead they give you the speil that they are monks and try to be devious about themselves. And what's that magic word of theirs all about? I know someone who says "Agnaroug" whenever they try to get her to say it.

And all around were the Xmas shoppers spending too much as usual.

Saturday in Buchanan Street

Although it's only 2 Saturdays before Xmas I had to go into the centre of Glasgow today. As I left the station the place seemed quiet but it then became apparent that that was due to an Orange Walk taking place a few streets away! I have no idea why that lot were out parading their brand of bigotry today but there they were, banners and flags flying, using the communal Lodge brain cell to make a nuisance of themselves as only they can.

On into Buchanan Street and it was busier there. In one direction we had the ubiquitous South American musicians and in the other was the Salvation Army playing carols and shaking collecting tins. Somewhere there was a piper playing as well, but I didn't see him. In front of the bank there was an old guy with a microphone (and explanatory pamphlets), shouting about Jesus and being ignored. He seems to be there fairly regularly so he must like being ignored.

For some reason there were no Hare Krishnas to be seen, which is strange as usually you can't walk down the street without them trying to flog you a CD, or weasel money out of you by saying they're carrying out a "survey". I don't know why they can't just be honest and tell you they are Hares and what they are up to. Instead they give you the speil that they are monks and try to be devious about themselves. And what's that magic word of theirs all about? I know someone who says "Agnaroug" whenever they try to get her to say it.

And all around were the Xmas shoppers spending too much as usual.