RE: No Deal Brexit - What would it mean24 Jan 2019 21:59
We landed in Edinburgh airport at night, it was all old buidings and fog. Genteel. We let our guard down.
Then we went to Glasgow.
We got lost in a housing estate until the curtains started twitching and barely escaped. It was like the Father Ted lingerie department scene but on ketamine in a hired Fiat uno.
Then we came over a hill and saw a scene I will never forget.
There was a criss cross of 70s suburban streets, but instead of houses there were neat mounds of rubble in the centre. It was surreal, everyone went silent as we drove through it all. It was unreal and disturbing.
Then on the horizen we saw three giant concrete tower blocks and drove towards them. The sky was grey with no sun.
As we got closer we stopped. On the base of one of the tower blocks was a row of steel shuttered shops with generic names: Hairdresser, Doctors, Chippy, Grocer. Nothing else. We had seen no one during all this. The streets were empty. The wind just blowing dust and litter.
Then in the distance we saw the only person we'd seen that morning approach us pushing a pushchair.
He looked hard. Tall, sovereigns on his fingers and denimed up.
We opened the window and told him we were lost.
He looked and just said, "college boys?" We were older than him but decided not to press the point.
Turns out he was a good guy and with his directions we escaped onto a busy mainroad full of students and big old stone clad townhouses. The first person we asked there was a posh **** who didn't help.
Other stuff happened in Glasgow but that is for another time. Possibly in therapy.
Anyhow, we set off for our guest house and travelled through the highlands in the dark with torrential rain.
We climbed Ben Nevis and never went back to Glasgow.
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