My second day, I walked the length and breadth of the city centre, seeking a new, more permanent, shelter. Everywhere, within the circle of the M8 motorway to the West and North, High Street to the East, and the River Clyde to the South, was looked over and explored.
Disused industrial units to the North were strong possibilities, until I spied the cameras staring at me, the razor wire ringing weak points and the guards watching over empty space.
At the junction of George Street and High Street was a short lane of abandoned houses standing behind an ancient pub. The last survivors of the local transformation into a Science Park they looked like a secure opportunity. The three houses were an eyesore amongst a splendid estate of steel and glass. How anyone forgot to knock them down I don"t
