This stretch of the River Clyde’s waterfront is a shiny chrome new world that has displaced a crumbling concrete old one.
The camera glided beautifully from George Square over the sun drenched East Glasgow streets to zoom onto Celtic’s Parkhead stadium.
As far as the eye can see they rise-up in their thousands from the burnt arid plains, hollow temples and stupas of a medieval Buddhist kingdom, edged by the distant mountains to the east and the Irrawaddy River to the west.
A return to The Stones and the Torment, a semi-fictional story that blends psychogeography, history and horror to explore a mythical Glasgow curse. Part four sees the narrator taken by unknown assailants to Glasgow Royal Infirmary where the curse has broken out in all its horror.
When it is difficult to accept football’s latest excesses think of the Corinthians, a legendary gentlemen’s team who refused to take penalties, inflicted Man Utd’s worst ever defeat and inspired a great Brazilian club.
Walking down Woodlands Road, Glasgow yesterday I came across this piece of advert sabotage and subversion on a bus stop.
Postcards from 48 hours wandering in the downtown area of Yangon (Rangoon), Myanmar (Burma).
The final part of searching for the lost Molendinar Burn.