The Fifth: "Peas"

05/12/10 • -1 min

The Fifth: "Peas".
It's been a while, so to treat you all for waiting so patiently, this time around we've made sure to talk about the usual nonsense. There's a wealth of useless memories about eating mushy peas at the Barras, playing 'stage coaches' in a coalbunker, the magnificent toys you used to get for handing over rags in the street, why the Broons became the world's first reality series (way before those crazy Osbournes got in on the act), why Faither should have built his career on designing bikes, and there's even some introduction to future episodes where he'll try and convince you that he was the precursor to the Beatles.
A welcome return? Err...

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The Fourth: "Fleapit"

The Fourth: "Fleapit".
Once again we run out of time yapping on about the street games of old in Glasgow. Maybe it's because we diverge into wandering tales of camping in Benderloch and faither's early romantic liasons (ahem...), but at least we manage to cram in some stuff like playing 'P or a K' and 'Red Car' in the street, the local boxing club in Townhead and going to the Saturday morning swimming baths before picking up a well-earned penny bag of broken biscuits from the local baker.
What will really attract your attention however, is Charlie's living-on-the-edge story about keeping a notepad of the street's car licence plate numbers! We cap it all off with some chat about the cinemas of old like the Grafton and the Casino, but no doubt we'll spill all of this nonsense into the next one as usual.

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The Sixth: "C'moangetaff"

The Sixth: "C'moangetaff".
Out of the depths of silence and the choppy seas of disinterest, comes our new instalment of rambling Glasgow folklore, proving that after a truly unearned Summer break, we're finally back to work. And this one's all about ra graftin: going to the steamie and making up the coal fire in the morning, putting on your first pair of long trousers and a decidedly dodgy sweater, getting treated like a glorified slave at work, before getting fired for annoying the wife of the boss and ending the day scrambling back to yer mammy in the pitch blackness of the tenement.
A grand day's work in Glasgow indeed. After all that, some might suggest another break would be a great idea!