MondayObviously it wasn’t my decision to come up here. As young people we’re just told where and when to go. Slaves to the parents, man. Well, you hear all these stories about Glasgow, don’t you? Knives, sectarianism, gangs, violence, Buckfast for breakfast, rain. All that clichéd rubbish. If truth be known, I welcomed the adventure. Anthropology. I figured I wasn’t going to be here that long anyway. A year max. Max!
Then back down south, not Eastbourne though. No way. Brighton maybe. Who knows, right? I knew I could stick a year. I’m not a problem child or anything like that.
The thing that tickled me was the accent. I thought it was brilliant, full of character, sheer energy. It does sound like one big constant argument taking place all over the city though. I’m still trying to get to
