Play Time
As I've said before, one of the nice things about living next to Glasgow's oldest park is there's always something going on.
Yesterday morning, while the frost was on the ground and a fine mist hung in the air, these sturdy souls were out playing the beautiful game. Or, the Glasgow version of it, which involves lots of swearing.
I resisted the urge to join in, since I am to football what Long John Silver is to ballroom dancing.
Yesterday morning, while the frost was on the ground and a fine mist hung in the air, these sturdy souls were out playing the beautiful game. Or, the Glasgow version of it, which involves lots of swearing.
I resisted the urge to join in, since I am to football what Long John Silver is to ballroom dancing.