Me Against The Fans
I'm in Glasgow tonight and, for reasons that must remain secret, I had to get from Pacific Quay to Partick. That meant a walk through the glass tunnel over the Clydeside Expressway and a one-stop train journey. All would have been fine had I not had to swim against the tide of fans heading through said tunnel for the gig at the Scottish Exhibition and Conference Centre. I also encountered a tout who was approaching teenage girls and offering to buy or sell tickets for the concert. He was about ten steps away from two policemen. Was this a form of entrapment? Or was he simply using Strathclyde's finest as his personal bodyguards?
As for my secret mission, well, it involved a trip to a supermarket and the purchase of Polish kabanos sausages. More than that I dare not say. At least, not until I've brushed my teeth.
Comments
or to comment.