Family affairs THE Diary is a sucker for a sentimental story, which is why we always weep a contented tear or two when we watch the classic Hitchcock movie Psycho. It’s not often a grown man adores his mother that much. We now present our lucky readers with an equally heart-warming tale of family life.
Unfortunately, this one doesn’t include a motel or a refreshing shower scene, though it does have a charming old fella and his granddaughter. Reader John Munro happened to be in Glasgow’s East End when he spied the elderly chap in question, doddering along while clasping his young granddaughter’s tiny hand. At one point the chap stopped and pointed to a pub across the street.
“See that?” he said. “Aye, granda.” “That there is ma favourite boozer.
” “Zat right, granda?” “See, wee yin? You come oot wi' me for an afternoon, an’ ye get yersel an education .” Skirting: the issue THERE are many fashionistas in glam Glesga, and reader Barbara Davison was hoping to join their illustrious membership when she popped into a city centre boutique with a friend. At one point she held up a very short skirt and asked the friend what she thought of it.
“Ah,” nodded the friend, knowledgeably, “that’s one of those mibbe-mini skirts.” Barbara admitted she hadn’t heard of this particular brand in haute couture, so her friend generously illuminated her on the matter. “It means,” she said, “mibbe you’ll fit it, mibbe you won’t.
” Boxing (not) clever.
