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About Glasgow

What got me? The smell – fags, cheap perfume, desperation. Made me sad, yeah, but also – bit of a thrill. “The world’s a gleaner’s paradise,” Varda’d say, and I’m living it! Nearly tripped over a bin, mind – clumsy sod – but I’m laughing, cos it’s proper gritty. Not like them suits in the office, all “strategic alignment” this, “core competencies” that. Nah, this is raw, mate.

COMING SOON

So, I’m stumbling down Merrow’s High Street, right? It’s this cute little stretch with shops and cafes. I’m thinking, “Coffee first, life later.” I hit up this tiny café called The Merrow Munch. Best scones ever, but the barista? Total grump. I mean, come on, it’s a sunny day! Lighten up, dude!

A cleverly converted family home with direct access to the Merrow Downs