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My brother took me to Alien War as a 'treat'. I can remember having nightmares for week afterwards...I was only ten years old...I was terrified of the dark for months after it and I wouldn't go near a lift.......ooooo......
Hmmm, The Pollok Inn on Brockburn Road in Pollok. It's the only pub outside Beirut that has no windows...then again, you have The Cart on Corkerhill Road....
'Whelks, Mussels, Candy apples'. I haven't heard that in a few years. We used to say that a guy would follow the 'WMC' guy, shouting 'Aspirins, Sick Bags, Paracetamol'...
Those were the days...in saying that, I'm only 23...hmm.
Oooh...Ichiban....mmmmmmmm. There's also Oko at the top end of Ingram Street....Sushi-licious Nice N Sleasy - the best Burritos ever... Cafe Hula (top of hope street, next to Trader Joe's) yummy, licenced and cheap. The Lab - (just off Buchanan St, sandwiched between Princes Square and Footlocker) S...
The number 17, 23, 24 & 25 Arriva buses stop relatively close to the viscinity of the padestrian tunnel...methinks somewhere near the park or Linthouse (near Govan)...
I would like something about Crookston Castle in Pollok... There is a part of the castle called 'The Pit', where-if you were naughty-you spent your time in there. Anyhoo, a local historian thinks that there are escape tunnels running from the castle and they may still be intact...but where to? :D
There is a shop called 'Fashions & Foundations' next to a bus stop across the road from Queens park on pollokshaws road...every time I see the place I think of a time long past...and a hint of communist Russia or some kind of Romanian underwear retailer.... Oh...the Valpia Cafe under Heilanmans ...
In my house, Maggie Murphy lived in the loft...any time we heard noises from upstairs, it was Maggie's rocking chair. I still can't go into the loft at my mum and dad's house... She'll get you...in the end.... And of course, if the terror of an evil, old woman living in your attic didn't work: you w...