This past weekend marked my third year anniversary in Glasgow. It's been three years since I moved here from Toronto and to commemorate my emigration, we headed to the Barras to rummage through buckets and baskets.
East end of Glasgow: adult fun and church
The only two things that matter around here: news and booze
The infamous Barras
My new Stan Smith's, which Paul refers to as "crack dealer shoes". Being a child of the 1980s, I fondly remember when these were THE shoes to have. Crack dealer or not, these kicks are hot - don't care if I look like a ned either.