The camera glided beautifully from George Square over the sun drenched East Glasgow streets to zoom onto Celtic’s Parkhead stadium. And then you saw a bastion of Irish catholic nationalism, republicanism and Scottish independence adorned with the logos and banners of the empire games. Some serious psychogeographic skulduggery is afoot. The Celtic fans, the Bhoys,…
Postcards from 48 hours wandering in the downtown area of Yangon (Rangoon), Myanmar (Burma).
The final part of searching for the lost Molendinar Burn.
Exploring an abandoned British colonial club in downtown Yangon, Burma (Myanmar).
Following the forgotten half-mythical Molendinar Burn leads the Glasgow Chronicler and I into the heart of Glasgow’s gangster edgelands.
The heretical Glasgow Chronicler and I follow a lost burn through gangster edgelands, deserted cemeteries and Mossad conspiracies to the old mythical heart of the city.
The atmosphere was quiet and wistful as we drifted one late Sunday afternoon through the grand squares and charming side-streets of Salzburg.
It was not a dignified entrance. I crawled under a fence, forced my way through nettles and barbwire, and gingerly walked over shifting piles of debris.