Tinsel Town is in the rain.

I kind of love Glasgow. Not all the time, but sometimes.
I feel this wee weird feeling- nostalgia i suppose, for the Glasgow I imagined as I listened to the Blue Nile when I was at school in the 1980's. and I get a wee glimpse as I'm heading home, of blue lights reflected on pavements, of couples heading out for the night, of magic and possibility