ShoppingWandering the streets was a bit like living in a new reality. For the first time I got to see a different side to Glasgow. I examined the people closely. I trailed some of them as they started their day, following them as they entered their places of work looking as though they were carting around the world’s woes on their shoulders.
I played games with many of them throughout the day, detective games, discovered where many of them go for lunch, listening into their conversations: I was sitting in a bookshop café drinking their expensive, bucket-sized coffee, trying to decipher B.S. Johnson’s words but the rambling fool who was sitting to my left and some scatty girls, who were sitting to my right, wouldn’t allow me this basic pleasure. The fool was cracking on to a female friend
