Recently on Buchanan Street I saw a rather disturbing site. A fortyish year old man out of his mind on something.
His eyes were barely open, and he was swaying left to right and occasionally stumbling a few feet, nearly falling on top of a baby in a pushchair. It wasn't his drink/drug induced state which alarmed me though.
He was wearing a bloody white Lacoste tracksuit with wee bits of sky blue, mismatched Adidas tracky trousers and white socks tucked into his untied white trainers. I shouldn't judge him. Maybe he stopped off for a pint on his way back from the gym.
What a sad advert for Glasgow though. A forty year old in a tracksuit.
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