I lived and taught Primary School in Glasgow for years during the seventies and adored the place. I remember Hairy Mary in a song "Ahm no Hairy Mairy, ahm yer ma!" The Barrowlands was a fascinating place, is it still there? I rented a flat in 'Pairtick', rough but gloriously alive and friendly. I still long to be called 'hain' once more! Oh, and "Ally bally ally bally bee". I actually spoke broad Glasgae to my pupils and their parents as they didn't understand my Southern accent too well. One mum came up to school and said "He's no cummin, Miss. He's ay lying doon on the flair greeting, he's feart o' the big yins.' It was my first day and I hadn't a clue what she'd said!