I’ve been struggling for inspiration, but I started writing another chapter to my story on the train into work today.
I reckon that I want to add in some more sex and getting to know each
Part 11 – Beneath Your Beautiful
Where they make love at the front door and he appreciates her for who she is.
Part 12 – Nightswimming
Which starts off where months have passed and it’s about their dilemmas.
I was thinking about it and I reckon the diary entry about my 3 concert weekend , ( Van Morrison, Bowie Tribute and Marc Almond ) will give
me enough inspiration to fill a chapter or two.
But I was also thinking about speaking a little more about the changes
affecting Glasgow in our lifetime and how is changed from No Mean City
to the City of Architecture, music and culture it is today.
But has it really changed?
Have a read below and feel free to suggest .. I’ll keep you posted as it grows
Title – No Mean City?
What a weekend that was!!
I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.
A weekend “away” but spent in my hometown with 3 very different concerts in 3 very different nights but which one was the most fun?
I love Glasgow. It’s my city of birth and the place I love best.
You have to hand it to the city fathers making so many improvements to the city in my lifetime. From its notorious reputation famously portrayed in the book No Mean City. A place of slums, gangs and violence to its modern façade of designer shops, culture, architecture and the arts.
Of course the keyword there is facade. For all the differences that they’ve made to the city. The improvements in social housing and educational and recreational facilities. The people are still largely the same.
The violence is still just a thin layer below the gloss if you go looking for it in the housing schemes or the pretentious bars in the West End or The Merchant City where the former NED’s ( Non Educated Delinquents) now wear suits or designer clothing but they remain NED’s none-the-less. Their behaviour remains the same.
These chameleons have adopted the same facade as the city.
Having been a child if the 60s and growing up in the 70s and 80s. That deprivation was all around me but I didn’t appreciate that then. How can you when it’s the only thing you know?
Mum, dad and 5 boys in a one bedroom flat with an outside toilet shared between us and two other families on the communal landing. Its amazing what you can assume is normal when you don’t know any different.
On the occasional bus ride from home in Govan to the city centre the only housing we would see was the soot-blackened walls of the tenements looming over us. Mum pointing out the Angel at Paisley Road Toll and telling us stories of her growing up, pushing prams full of clothing to the local washhouse, colloquially known as “The Steamie”
I love that play, It has such memories for me, watching it on tv with mum. It captured the humanity all around us kids back then. Mrs Gilfether failing to understand why her husband loved the mince when she bought the tatties from Galbraiths .. “its no the mince it’s the
Peter Mullen you are a genius in my eyes.
What I do appreciate now, is that back then movies, music and alcohol were forms of escapism that my parents and their friends used to take them from their worlds of greys and blacks to the glamorous places that Hollywood portrayed were dad and his friends would swing like Sinatra swing or croon like Crosby.
Not to be outdone, mum and my aunts would be dressed in long gowns of
60s chic, multi-coloured long dresses which are now fashionably retro. Their
hair up or feathered. Aunt Rose having hers in a Cilla Black bob and singing Ella Fitzgerald’s Someone To Watch Over Me.
All that for a Saturday night out at the Rolls Royce, Fairfield or Ashfield clubs depending on who had the biggest act on that weekend.
With hindsight, music and fashion meant so much to them then and I
only appreciate how much now.
But I wonder – Are we the same?
If so, then what is it that we are escaping?
Fuck, that’s far too heavy a thought for a Wednesday morning sitting writing this on the train into work!
As I said, our weekend was fantastic.
More to follow.