guacslut-deactivated20190109 asked:
oh-glasgow answered:
I remember when I was in Southampton when I was 19 and was confused when the Pizza Hut didn’t have Irn-Bru on tap. Like, haha what is this place?
That said, a few days later I was sitting on the bench in the park and a homeless man started talking to me. He was one of the very few people that actually started a conversation first. Nice guy, actually. I gave him the rest of my half-bottle of Irn-Bru (of a supply that I brought with me!) and he said he could see why the Scots drink. I politely declined his offer of sharing his can of Tennent’s Super.
Big cities tend to think you’re weird if you start talking to them randomly on the train, at the bus stop, in the pub. Not in Scotland. It’s like something written into our DNA. I’ve had conversations with people on the streets and invited up to random flats not knowing anyone and been greeted like I was a long-lost cousin. “Oh, I didn’t actually bring anyth-”
“Nae borra, big yin” he said as he launched a can of Tennent’s into my hand “that’s whit we keep the cooking lager fur.”
What a beautiful country you are, Scotland.
Shout out to @hattalove for providing a heart-warming story in the tags. But curse you for not making it easier to read and reblog!
I was home in Glasgow last week and by god did I miss this. We got stranded on a train line (because it’s fucking Scotrail so of course we did) and this guy just started talking to me about his ex wife and how he sent a letter to his daughter “from Santa” and asking if I thought she’d like it and just generally giving me his whole life story. And my American husband kept subtly trying to get my attention like “should we move, what is going on, are you okay, is this harassment, why are you so calm, should I do something” and I’m just like my fella chill, we’re hame, this is how we do.
This is why I moved back to Scotland. And why I encourage all my overseas friends to come visit. We love people in Glasgow. We are seriously and bizarrely friendly.
This is true. Sitting on a bus bench with other tourists in May after touring the cathedral in Glasgow, and it’s pouring rain. An elderly woman walked past, stopped, turned around and leaned in to say, “Sorry about the rain. Lovely!
“Sorry about the rain. Lovely!” should be an unofficial slogan for Glasgow.
Omg literally every time I’m out with my granny literally everywhere she goes she finds someone she knows bc she’s stricken up so many convos its hilarious
I was out taking pictures one grey, March afternoon in the city centre, architecture, details on buildings blah blah. A Glasgow granny stops in front of me and says “are you no gonnae take ma picture?!”
Naturally, I obliged.
It’s one of my favourite pictures. Just look at that wee face and that smile.
deepintheshadyglen