Copy of a poem I received recently which may be of interest. Ian Glasgow Weans 50 Years Ago Ah wis born an' bred in Glesga, Aye, Glesga is ma hame, Bein' brought up in a tenement Made me a typical wean. We didnae hiv much money So ma mammy went oot tae work An' when Ah hid oan ma Sunday claes Ah darenae play in the durt. Ah didnae hiv very many toys Like the weans a' hiv the day, Ma pals were happy girls an' boys Wi' lots o' games tae play. We played at cowboys an' indians, We played at hide an' seek. When we counted tae 100 nice an' fast An' ye wirnae allowed tae peek. Then we'd tie some string through two tin cans An' we'd put them oan oor feet An' stomp like something frae outer space Right up an' doon oor street. There wis doublers, ropes, an' kick the can, We played rounders roon the back Then we'd sit oan tap o' the midden Tellin' ghost stories till it goat dark. We'd walk tae the pictures matinee Oan a Setterday afternoon, Where a man came oot tae make us a' sing An' wave hankies in time tae the tune. We booed an' cheered at the Westerns, The Three Stoogies made us a' laugh, Then came the cartoons - Mickey Mouse an, Popeye - Tae make up the hours an' a half We ate toffee apples an' candy cakes An' chewed oan liquorice sticks, Soor plooms that pul't yir jaws right in, Dry wafers - a penny for six. We read the Beano an' Dandy, Oor Wullie an' The Broons, We even hid back court concerts, Tap dancin' tae popular tunes. In this rhyme Ah've tried tae turn back the clock Tae aboot fifty-odd years ago, Tae paint a picture o' whit life wis like For a wean in old Glasgow When there wisnae a word like junkie An' naebody that Ah knew sniffed glue. Today Ah jist cannae help thinkin' Whit's happenin' tae Glesga weans noo?