Glasgae!

today four parades went by our window, well probably it was two parades twice each, going and coming back, with much drumming and cheerful piping and marchers in dark suits with black umbrellas braving the drizzle, well the consensus in our apartment is that glaswegians are delightfully crazy. banners and Union Jacks waving and formations holding steady, complete with police escort in neon yellow vests, bright patches against the grey of today, such a contrast to the paraders who looked as if they could have been part of a funeral procession. i thought of that emily dickinson poem we did in form five english lit class,

There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon

that was how they looked. sinead was telling me about how the protestants (orange) and the catholics have competing parades, i wonder which was which, i wonder if the Orange side hears the Popish procession go by in the morning (or the other way round) and gets on the phone, everyone galvanised instantly out of bed or away from breakfast, and hurriedly round up enough people to put on their own show, tit for tat,

it's funny!

on another note, we've had bagpipes for about eight hours a day, the uni band i think, marching up and down just out of sight. sometimes they come and practice on the slope in front of james blyth, ooooh never went close enough to discern any eye candy, only watched and listened from the kitchen window for about a minute at a time while washing dishes,

kilts are cool.

glasgae!