Hello......

Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Kieran and I am a country bumpkin.

Having been raised in a small town in the countryside near Glasgow, I was aware of the big bad city, but completely ignorant of it at the same time. It was not until I met my long suffering girlfriend (who is now sadly my fiancée) that I upped sticks and moved to Glasgow City to be with her. Just think of my life as being a mix between Crocodile Dundee and The Wicker Man.

I have come to love this city as my home and can think of no place I’d rather live. I will therefore endeavour to tell you tales of my day-to-day exploits. What I see, hear and think about this ever changing, amazing, confusing, topsy-turvy city, all from the eyes of a budding city slicker.

My first experience of real life Glasgow was waiting at a bus shelter (for what would turn out to be another wrong bus). At the shelter was a rather dishevelled woman arguing with a one-legged pigeon. The argument ended by her calling it a ‘scumbag’ and the pigeon hopping off in a huff.

Lately, with the cold weather shivering everyone’s timbers I have been putting more and more layers on, to the point where my missus (as I affectionately and patronisingly call her) told me that three pairs of socks were excessive.When out in the city centre at night I was amazed to see clubbers and pubbers wearing short sleeved shirts and mini skirts in freezing temperatures. And that was just the men.