One of the emerging wee clichés on here that& #39;s really starting to fuck me off is people responding "hur dur do you realise it *rains* in Glasgow!? https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😂" title="Face with tears of joy" aria-label="Emoji: Face with tears of joy">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😂" title="Face with tears of joy" aria-label="Emoji: Face with tears of joy">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😂" title="Face with tears of joy" aria-label="Emoji: Face with tears of joy">" whenever anything is mentioned about doing things a bit differently with our streets.

Why yes, I realise this but:
1. people& #39;s aren& #39;t made of sugar, they don& #39;t fucking *dissolve* in the rain.
2. Glaswegians have been doing shit outdoors since Glasgow& #39;s existed - they had bandstands and Lidos and all sorts of outdoors stuff back when the climate was colder

I remember before the smoking ban came in folk scoffed at the idea of outdoor seating: "Hur-dur Glasgow will *never* have a café culture like abroad". Well, guess what fuckers: it happened.

Hah just remembered that our old drummer speculated before the ban that& #39;d there& #39;d end up being the smoking equivalent of "speakeasys" with people going to illicit dens to drag on the devil& #39;s weed, with police raids, bouncers etc. https://youtu.be/wGUwTcoQh4w ">https://youtu.be/wGUwTcoQh...