If an area of Glasgow doesn’t have its own mural, does it really exist?
I don’t mean the usual Glasgow stuff of Saint Mungo or Saint Enoch, Clutha Vaults or Billy Connolly, FTQ or FTP.
I mean a defining mural, a colourful place name like the Hollywood sign or the Berlin wall or you are now entering free Derry.
Cheers Dennistoun, Cheers Battlefield, Cheers Govanhill, to be sure.
If an area of Glasgow isn’t one of the best places on earth, does it really exist?
Last week Time Out magazine named Shawlands the eleventh coolest neighbourhood in the world, while Kelvinbridge was 38th in 2019 and Dennistoun number eight in 2020.
I know what you’re thinking – me too – but I don’t think these fannies have ever heard of Polmadie. There’s always next year, I suppose.
Dennistoun, Battlefield and Shawlands may look like Govanhill, with their rows of tenements, public park and public library, new-build social housing and hidden terraced homes.
Halal, kosher, fenians and billy boys, chop suey, peppermint chai.
Plus a few hip roasters with sustainable trousers who think they’re unique, a real one-off, but don’t understand that everything they say has been said before only better.
Aye, so, still no Govanhill but eh.
Dennistoun’s close to Paradise, of course, and when you live so close you hear the roar from the stands as the tricky wee winger turns his man inside out, the big centre half is winning every tackle, the new centre forward sticks the baw in the pokey.
The swell of noise, the rise and fall, chanting and singing, call and response, the ebb and the flow, tens of thousands of ooohing and aaahing.
Okay I’ll give you that, Haghill, Camlachie, Parkhead, Bellgrove.
Closer to Paradise, still no Govanhill but eh.
If an area of Glasgow doesn’t have its own blog, does it really exist?
Cheers Carntyne, Cheers Red Road, Cheers Maryhill and Whiteinch.
How can you be a real area if some wee nyaff – sorry, influential lifestyle and wellness blogger – isnae talking pish about you twice a week for well over a year, then about once a week and now maybe twice a month if you’re lucky?
So says the fictional narrator of a so-called blog about a made-up place.
My dream therapist said this blog was a role model for young people, but my social worker went off work with stress and my parole officer quit to go backpacking in Auchenshuggle.
Aye, so, still Govanhill but eh.
You are me and I am too and neither of us really exists.