...that used to be Smiths the Bookshop. A couple of years ago this place covered 3 floors, and the middle (ground floor) bit is the only bit left and its halved in size.
Had my bag nicked here a couple of years ago.
Fucking cunts.
£2 for an hour - not bad but annoying when that bloody things still sitting at home donald-ducked.
And the Orange walk is passing outside, thought Fuck, sectarian bastards when I saw the muster at the Renfrew ferry from the train, but when I heard them playing the Sash - all the memories of watching the bands with Ma, Da, Mattie, Guy, all ther cousins - keeping a look-out for Ella and Wullie with their sash's walking with the Springburn Lodge, Gavin & Jane playing in the band, Ella's party's all came back .
When your 10, the best bit was at the Park after the bands had gone, hardly anyone listened to the religious/political speeches, they were too busy getting pissed or going into the bushes for a shag - and when your 10, you know how many sweeties you can buy with all the loose change that falls out of drunk/shagged out Orangemen's pockets.
Me and my cousins always found a bloody fortune.
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