I was looking on youtube for a mini documentary on the Titan Crane in Clydebank which was done by my friend Douglas King.
Unfortunately the first thing I came across was this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXuHAdjv9rg
Instead of this;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Uk-KWK9Hsk
I'm not sure if I am missing back home now or not.
Ha, course I am...maybe.
Showing posts with label Clydebank. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clydebank. Show all posts
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
Friday, 10 April 2009
Small World
Last night I met the first person in Korea who had actually been to Clydebank. Now I don't mean he knows where it is, or has driven through it. This guy actually stayed there for 2 weeks. He was Canadian, around 25 and was teaching English in Daegu. It turned out his girlfriend's parents had come from Clydebank and he had went back with them to their home town on vacation. It was fun talking about places we knew, common family names and the pubs and clubs of Glasgow.
But that's just it. I have met many people who have been to Glasgow: Brits, Yanks, Canadians, Irish and even Koreans, although the latter have always been quick to note that no one in Glasgow speaks English. One poor girl who plucked up the courage to ask a hairy Glaswegian what bus to get, mistook his '48' for '40a' and I know for a fact the 40a runs to Drumchapel. I just hope she got off before there. Everyone else recalls fond memories of a vibrant if small ( that may come as a shock but Glasgow is in fact very small) city. What it lacked in size it more than made up for in quality, and I total agree. However this Canadian guy and I only spoke about Glasgow fondly. He mentioned he never felt safe in Clydebank. Although most people were friendly and hospitable. Even the neighbours he met nice as they were, suffered him a warning about knives and taught him to refer to them as a 'chib'.
But that's just it. I have met many people who have been to Glasgow: Brits, Yanks, Canadians, Irish and even Koreans, although the latter have always been quick to note that no one in Glasgow speaks English. One poor girl who plucked up the courage to ask a hairy Glaswegian what bus to get, mistook his '48' for '40a' and I know for a fact the 40a runs to Drumchapel. I just hope she got off before there. Everyone else recalls fond memories of a vibrant if small ( that may come as a shock but Glasgow is in fact very small) city. What it lacked in size it more than made up for in quality, and I total agree. However this Canadian guy and I only spoke about Glasgow fondly. He mentioned he never felt safe in Clydebank. Although most people were friendly and hospitable. Even the neighbours he met nice as they were, suffered him a warning about knives and taught him to refer to them as a 'chib'.
Thursday, 26 March 2009
A Motherly Coup D'etat
Browsing the Clydebank Post for the address of the Editor so I could vent a few opinions through my local media I realised my mum had beat me to it.
the Oh Deer!
Now, I have spoken to her, and she does speak a lot but I don't think she could have manged to say all this is one breath with two uses of because and not a comma insight, as the report quotes.
Resident Mary McAteer told the Post: “I arrived and saw a deer running up and down beside the fence at the end of the street. I went into my neighbour’s house and we were going to leave it alone because the RSPCA say it will find its own way back because frightening it can give it heart failure."
the Oh Deer!
Now, I have spoken to her, and she does speak a lot but I don't think she could have manged to say all this is one breath with two uses of because and not a comma insight, as the report quotes.
Resident Mary McAteer told the Post: “I arrived and saw a deer running up and down beside the fence at the end of the street. I went into my neighbour’s house and we were going to leave it alone because the RSPCA say it will find its own way back because frightening it can give it heart failure."
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