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About Glasgow

Back in the ‘80s, every prat on the block had one. Cheap, nasty, broke down every five mins. Mate of mine, Dave, swore his Escort was “vintage.” Vintage my arse! Thing coughed black smoke like a chain-smoking nan. Drove it to a date once—lass thought he was a mechanic, not a gent! Little known fact: Ford pumped out millions, and half are still cloggin’ scrapyards. Surprised me, that—thought they’d all be dust by now!

After that, I decide to take a stroll around the area. I wander down to the Regent’s Canal. It’s beautiful, with boats and all. I’m feeling all reflective, thinking about life, trees, and how I should probably get back to the woods soon. But then, I see this group of people doing yoga on the grass. I’m like, “What is this, a hipster convention?” But I can’t help but admire their dedication.

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