Tourists Welcome

Driving through the area Yoker, in Glasgow the other day I noticed a shop selling a multitude of things. I can’t even describe it fully, but it’s one of these shops that seems to have no theme, like a stationer, book shop, ironmonger, soft furnishings, it has a bit of everything at very low prices.

What made me laugh was on the canopy above the door, it had the shop name and a list of things that they sold, and at the bottom, it said “Visitors and Tourists Welcome.” Tourists?

This is Yoker. No disrespect, but I think the guy is kidding himself if he thinks tourists will be strolling nearby taking in the sights, see his frontage and think “Oh, look at that, let’s go in.”

Lost tourists, maybe.

Clicking Man

I was walking on Gordon Street in Glasgow when a man walked past me and stopped dead in the street and clicked his fingers in the air. I thought he was indicating to a child to hold on, and I slyly looked over my shoulder and amongst the crowd saw no-one with this guy. I stopped and looked back at him and he walked on and stopped about 10 metres ahead and clicked his fingers in the air, paused for 1 or 2 seconds and walked on again.

I followed him. I followed him for nearly 4 blocks.

He survived a whole block without stopping and crossed Buchanan Street into Royal Exchange Square, then he slowed, for a few paces and stopped...and clicked. A crowd of people had the kind of looks on their faces that I had moments before. He started off again, and about 30 metres on did it again, before disappearing into a book shop, where I left him to it. He was in his late 30s, dressed completely normally, short dark blue jacket and dark blue cords.

Everyone's got a "thing" but his is weird and he does it in the street.