Stopped at the Celtics store on the way to the bus station (official fans).
|George Square, City Chambers|
PS: I learned this weekend that Scottish people are very friendly. Unlike Londoners, they will strike up a conversation. Like the lady on the train to the airport, for example. Friendly old lady talking about how lovely the weather is... then the conversation went something like this:
"Aye, once I was on the train and saw a wee lad get killed. Aye, cut his head right off. It flew right over to the other side of the tracks. He was playing on the tracks, the wee lad. Aye, shame, he had a lovely head of hair too.. Aye.."
|Don't know why it's sideways :(|