Royal Exchange Square, by night.

The St Vincent Street Post Office.

By now they were bone dry, mostly, but take heed.

Any tartan gear imaginable can be yours at Glasgow’s ubiquitous kilt shops.

(Is it sad that I’d totally wear a dress cut that way, were it not tattan?* Hope Street)

• tartan + tat = tattan

Matt is a bit exasperated by the inanity of teens on the train.

Haopy anniversary, sweetie.

Christmas in George Square.

Little sadder than a closed cinema.

West Nile Street.

Does anyone actually feed the pigeons here?

(Glasgow Central Station)

St Georges Tron Church, from Buchanan Street and Nelson Mandela Place. Raining, as usual this summer.

Hope’s a bit thin on the ground at the moment.