The Clutha was alright I enjoyed it.
A fellow DS was from the Gorbals and I'd gone up to spend Christmas with his folks - this was pre Mrs D - and Glasgow was a strange place.
Speaking with an English accent I'm used to being in Scotland and having twits take the pith, whereupon I drop into shetlandic and let them know I was a northern islander and that it's they who are the soft southerner, not me.
But my mate Gordon was as glaswegian as they come, and even with my ear tuned to the various Scottish accents sometimes struggled to understand him first time if he was speaking to quickly, so it was a bit of a shock to hear people making snidey comments to him for sounding too English. Didn't seem to faze him, he said you get used to it, but I wouldn't have put up with it.
So I would sum it up as an intriguing place, bit too full of arrissholes for my liking, the proverbial let down of the title.
