By Pat Kane. First published on OCTOBER 28TH, 2017
YOU know a city’s changing when its moves and rhythms suddenly surprise you.
So I’m standing at the start of Finnieston in Glasgow, on the split between Argyle Street and St Vincent Street, with a dangerously bulging Tesco bag of messages. Mild drizzle, looming headache, imminent trudge to upper-level station: Tuesday early evening at its most spectacular.
In front of me, three black cabs swish to the pavement, almost choreographed. From the doors – perfume and cologne first – emerge some leading citizens of Glasvegas.