The late F1 commentator Murray Walker, right, in 1945, as a 21-year-old tank commander, in the 4th Armoured Brigade.
He had just crossed the Rhine, when who should be bump into, but his dear old dad, left, who was covering the advance for the British newspapers.
Following the horror in Texas, worth remembering that, after the Dunblane Massacre, and the UK handgun ban, Boris Johnson wrote: “Nanny is confiscating their toys. It is like one of those vast Indian programmes of compulsory vasectomy.”
'Come, sit by the fire, and tell me your tales..."
The demolition of a tenement, in Kelvinhaugh, reveals the ghosts of Christmas fires past. Good luck to Santa trying to slide down those lums!
Picture: Eric Watt, 1972
"Have a Negroni. Have two. Be open to a world where you may not understand or agree with the person next to you, but have a drink with them anyways. Check in on your friends. Check in on yourself. Enjoy the ride." - Anthony Bourdain, snapped in Glasgow's Old College Bar.
“Pomposity, pretentiousness, putting on airs of any kind, douchery and lack of a sense of humour will not get you far in Chicago. It is a trait shared with Glasgow - another city I love.” - the late Anthony Bourdain, enjoying a pint in the Old College Bar.
A big light has just gone out.
John Byrne: artist, writer, wit, auto-didact, Paisley buddy, slab boy, roller of fine roll-ups, music-lover, sharer of hairy dug stories, driest of wits, big wheezy laugher, kindest and sweetest of men, and always the best dressed guy in the room.
It's 1952, and these two intrepid ladies are ascending the southern face of Garnethill (the Garnet Street route); no ropes, no crampons - just the enduring power of faith, and friendship.
One false move, and they'll be on their arses, back in Sauchiehall Street!
Pic: Newsquest
Far be it for me to pass comment but, as a former library assistant, I doff my bunnet to the brother or sister in books who arranged this backdrop.
Fahrenheit 451, Betrayal, Resistance, Oliver Twist, The Toll, Crisis Point, Hunger Games, 1984, the Twits, and covers I can't ID.
Where there's a will...
This guy... goes to Glasgow Green a few days ago and buries a bottle of Bucky where the TRNSMT site will be.
Goes to the gig, and digs it up!
Glasgow, don't go changing...
Pic: Ross McFadyen
Three bloody cheers for this magnificent morsel of humanity.
#Baftas2022
I've only twice been in his company, and, both times, he left me feeling six feet tall (which I'm not).
Dram raised to the Big Yin - health, happiness, and many more years to you!
'Cos I'm fae Govan, an' ye're fae Partick
This yin here's fae Bridge o' Weir and thon's fae Kinning Park
There's some that's prods, there's some that's catholic
But we're Mrs. Barbour's Army and we're here tae dae the work...'
Failed eviction, Linthouse, August 1915.
So, my lovely mate, Andrew ‘Maggie’ McGregor died suddenly on Sunday – dropping dead while playing golf (I always told him golf was bad for you).
We met aged 12, when we started secondary school. When I was 13, my dad died, Andy was a rock. A few months later his dad died.
Saddened to hear that cancer has finally claimed my old friend and comrade Frank
@jamesdoleman
Think we first met on an anti-apartheid demo when we were about 16.
As usual, right up the end he was thinking of others, and those suffering in Gaza.
There's a shady character on Queen Street.
Twice in the year, around the vernal and autumnal equinoxes, the sunrise shines right along Ingram Street, turning the Iron Duke, his steed, Copenhagen, and even his traffic cone hat into a shadowy work of art.
Picture: u/Hoyerman68
#OTD
51 years ago, trade unionist Jimmy Reid stood up in the Bute Hall of Glasgow University, having been elected by the students as their new rector.
The speech he delivered - without notes - is as profound now as it was then.
#OTD
in 1971, plain clothes Detective Inspector George Johnston confronts a razor-wielding thug in Renfield Street.
His attacker, a 17-year-old from Bridegton, had just slashed a 16-year-old, leaving a gaping 7in wound.
Pic: Daily Record
This beautiful spark of warmth, hilariousness, and humanity would have turned 70 this week.
Robin Williams, about to run the Lonach Hill Race, while staying with the Big Yin.
Miss you still...
Once, every four years, I'm allowed to exhume this Chic Murray classic.
"I met this chap at the Olympics. He was carrying a long stick. I said to him, "Excuse me, but are you a pole vaulter?". He replied, "No, I'm German, and how did you know my name was Walter?"
How it started. How it's going...
Built at a cost of £32,000, the People's Palace and Winter Garden gave the city's East End its own cultural capital; a place and space to tell and share our stories.
The people want their Palace back.
Reality Vs reporting...
Tram crash on Dumbarton Road, at Primrose Street, Glasgow, 18th May 1931, when the car took the corner too quick, and crashed into the Scotstoun Emporium; and how reported in Milan's La Domenica Del Corriere.
Like a peeling and fading mercury mirror plate, this early 1900s image of Glasgow University in the snow is all the more beautiful for showing its age.
We are but dust and shadows...
Picture: Glasgow University Archives
Not quite sure how I've managed it, but Twitter tells me I now have 25k followers.
More fool you; if I can't be a good example, let me serve as a terrible warning...
Seriously, pals, many thanks. Slainte!
"Right, set yer Phasers tae 'malky'."
A bewildered Branson and Bezos touch down, in a backcourt off Crown Street, in the Gorbals, and find themselves transported back to Christmas 1970...
Picture: TSPL
Born this day, in Dumbarton, in 1952, to Emma and Tom Byrne, a son, David.
Here he is, backstage at Strathclyde Students' Union, in May 1977, preparing to take Talking Heads on stage, to support The Ramones.
Happy 71st birthday you Son of the Rock.
Pic: Chris Stein, of Blondie
A wee thought for Bellshill-born musician, Graham Lyle, who co-wrote 'What's Love Got to do with it'.
Cliff Richard turned it down, as did Donna Summer, before Bucks Fizz recorded it, but Tina Turner beat them to release it, and the rest is history.
I see the city's Pavilion Theatre is up for sale.
What few folk realise is that the theatre has a retractable section in its roof, to let out the heat, and the cigarette smoke.
They used to advertise the venue with the tagline: 'See the stars at the Pavilion'.
My wee mum would have turned 97 today.
Here she is, in Union Street, in 1949, aged 23, all gussied up, with her own mum and dad, en-route to a family wedding.
Clever girl probably made her own dress, she was a wizard with her Singer.
Five years ago today, on my morning commute, I came up the escalator into Central Station, to meet these guys - marking the centenary of the start of the Battle of the Somme.
A wee bit of khaki thread...
What fell sorcery is this?
I've just brought the famous Annan Studio portrait of Charles Rennie Mackintosh to life, and the app even captures his lazy eye!
Someone asked me tonight: “How much do you get paid for Lost Glasgow?” - and the red wine nearly came out my nose!
I do this for me - the fact you all come along, simply makes it more fun.
A glorious, colour, glimpse of St Enoch Square, in 1955, when it was all hustle and bustle, featuring the advertising sign:
"They come as a boon and a blessing to men,
the Pickwick, the Owl, and the Waverley pen.'
Picture: Daily Record
RIP Robbie Coltrane - one of life's good guys.
I was once nearly arrested for riding down West George Street while standing on the runningboard of one of his vintage cars (drink had been taken!).
A rare sighting of an untamed Glasgow tram, prowling the wild savannas around Barrhead, 1956.
At one time, service 14 - from Milngavie, through the city and then Thornliebank, Spiersbridge, Barrhead and Paisley to the Renfrew Ferry - was the longest tram route in the UK.
L S Lowry turned down:
an OBE in 1955,
a CBE in 1961,
a Knighthood in 1968
and a Companion of Honour in 1972 - and 1976.
He is believed to have turned down more honours than anyone else.
Medals, we no need no steenking medals...
#OTD
52 years ago, trade unionist Jimmy Reid stood up up at Glasgow University, having been elected by the students as their new rector.
The speech he delivered - hailed by the New York Times as the finest since the 'Gettysburg Address' - is as profound now as it was then.
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty...
Looking up Renfield Street, from Gordon Street corner, summer 1958, in all its Kodachrome glory.
Picture: Bill Innes
Solidarity with all the striking nursing staff in England, Wales, and Northern Ireland. Your fight is our fight.
Pic: Glasgow Royal Infirmary trainee nurse Shirley Lawson protests outside the Holiday Inn during Margaret Thatcher's visit to Glasgow in March 1983 (Daily Record).
Don't go changing Glasgow.
We're a mongrel city, and all the stronger for it.
The more threads in Mother Glasgow's tartan, the stronger the fabric, and the brighter it glows.
A very happy 81st birthday to this wee yin, who would go on to become the Big Yin.
Billy let me know my voice, my accent, our stories, were worth hearing, worth telling, and worth listening to.
Thank you, Billy.
Imagine if Glasgow had a purpose-built, riverside, amphitheatre, where we could all share in the magic that is music, and community.
Imagine filling it in, and demolishing it...
Pic: Glasgow Green
Just realised that tonight, in 1944, my late dad was embarking to cross the Channel, to wade ashore on D-Day +1.
A skinny, speccy, fluent French speaking architecture student, he fought fascists all the way to Berlin, so I wouldn't have to fight them in Glasgow.
Slainte dad!
One of the stars of lockdown; a fierce and bonnie voice for the Scots leid, a scrumptious and scolding tongue, a wry and bonnie wit, and a wumman who'll no back doon.
I hope big things await this sister.
Wha daur meddle wi' oor
@Lenniesaurus
Sometimes, I buy an old glassplate images on a hunch. This one was a no brainer...
Advertised as 'possibly San Francisco', the image had been scanned reversed. The backwards writing in the signs should have been a giveaway.
I'm not caring - £2.50 for a unique Glasgow image!
It's Tom Baker's 88th birthday today.
Here's 'the' Dr, comparing curls, and dishing out the Jelly Babies, at John Menzies, in Buchanan Street, in 1978.
Can you believe this photo was taken at 10am?
A smog-darkened Union Street - 10am, 26th November, 1936, before the Clean Air Act.
From the book 'Dear Happy Ghosts - Scenes from the Outram Picture Archive 1898-1990'.
Don't go changing...
Sorry to hear that, after more than 40 years, the Clancy family are to sell The Lauriston Bar.
Here it is today, and in the 1920s, when publican James Alexander held the licence.
With Shane MacGowan gone to the great pub in the sky, it's worth remembering that Glasgow was the first city in the world to hear him duet live with the normally stage-shy Kirsty MacColl on Fairytale of New York.
"Hey! Ah can see your hoose from here..."
There's something almost Biblical about this brilliant but bleak image of 1987 Easterhouse, taken, out the back at Balfluig Street, by Birmingham-born photojournalist Jez Coulson.
Easter/Easterhouse, it all fits...
So hope the Eric Watt exhib features this cracker; Eric wrote - "The children were very keen to pose and the wee boy with the short trousers on the left said, 'we have to get Susie's doll in the picture'. There was another half dozen children playing along with this group."
It's not often you can point to a pivotal person, a pivotal moment.
Aged 17, I met Benjamin Obadiah Iqbal Zephaniah in Glasgow.
When I told him I wanted to write, he gave me a bone-crushing hug, and whispered: 'You do that, man. You do that...'
That kindness changed my life...
On this
#InternationalWomensDay
, I raise a glass to all the Glasgow girls - the mums, aunts, grans, nans, sisters - the ones who lift us up, have our backs, make us be our best, and who are our partners in life - this Glasgow boy says thank you. Go girls!
Picture: Gorbals, 1966
One of the great treats about getting into the Barrowland Ballroom during daylight hours, is to see how the sprung dancefloor planking is laid out octagonally, so ballroom and Highland dancers could follow their own line around the floor without bumping into each other.
Sadly, not the news we wanted; just cuddled this little man as he slipped away.
From a wee baldy scruff, covered in flea-bites and sores, to a sleek, happy and contented cat.
Safe travels Shadow, and thanks for being our pal - you picked the right door and the right people...
@LiberalDespot
Twice in the year, around the vernal and autumnal equinoxes, the sunrise shines right along Ingram Street, turning the Iron Duke, his steed, Copenhagen, and even his traffic cone hat into a shadowy work of art.
Picture: u/Hoyerman68
Hats off to house-proud Glasgow granny Mo Kam Tai, 76, who, in 2016, was photographed on the window ledge of her fifth floor Sauchiehall Street flat, giving her windows a once over.
Satellite installer Kieran Turner, who took the pic, could hardly believe his eyes.
Antje Karl, who runs The Yarn Cake, in Queen Margaret Drive - Glasgow's No 1 knitting supplies and coffee shop - was having a cuppa outside this morning, when a lady stopped to show her this pic - of her as a baby, with her dad, outside the shop, at Easter 1945.
#OTD
, 17 November 1915, thousands of housewives and workers of Glasgow marched on the city's Sheriff Court in support of 20,000 rent strikers, leading to the introduction of rent controls throughout the UK.
A friend living in Germany has told me that everyone over there is panic buying sausages and cheese rather than toilet rolls. It's the wurst käse scenario...
A very quiet day on Byres Road, with the architects Campbell Douglas & Stevenson's 1862 Kelvinside Free Church - today's Oran Mor - standing sentinel like, with Buckingham Terrace keeking over its shoulder.
120 years ago this week, the gates closed on Glasgow's 1901 International Exhibition, in Kelvingrove Park. The ran between 2 May and 4 November, and attracted some 11.5 million visitors.
Come with me for a visit... starting at the Industrial Hall.
Ach, farewell Bernard Cribbins.
From Dr Who, to Jackanory, The Railway Children, The Wombles, and then back to the TARDIS - his voice was as much a part of my growing up as that of a family member.
93, what a talent, what a trouper, what a run!