The guy upstairs listens to loud music, drops things, goes to bed and sings in his sleep.
Going canvassing this evening (for Yes, of course). Eeep! Three English accents in Drumchapel. Tips and tricks much appreciated.
Crescent Lake (Dunhuang), China photographed by Richard Towell
Canvassing was interesting today. We were handing out leaflets in Drumchapel, an area which, as a Labour area, is leaning No. Most were delivered to closed doors, though a good number were ripped up or rejected. A fair few houses were displaying Yes signs, though - there’s no No hegemony in Drumchapel. One man opened the door angrily, revealing a huge Alsatian and pointing to a sign on the door; ‘do ye no see what it says?!’ (no junk mail, no buying, no selling). When my friend replied - ‘we’re…we’re from the Yes campaign?’ - he softened and took the leaflet, remarking that he thought we were from Better Together. Overall, positive but alarming.
Drumchapel feels much more distant than I’d expected, for all it’s only 10 minutes from Partick. Up on the side of the valley, you can hardly see the city - instead it’s gentle hills, clustered houses, the odd motorway. We found the canal and walked back to the station below a glorious pink sunset, and it felt very far from the Glasgow that I know. But then we were on the train, and suddenly back in the red stone tenements of the city. This place is as sprawling as I’d imagined when I first moved over, three years ago. Must explore more.
(Also worth noting that throughout the evening we were apprehended by wee kids - swinging feet, circling on bikes, killing time between school and dinner - all of whom either told us how to vote or declared how they’d vote. One wee boy, not more than 7, ran importantly behind us, shouting out the allegiances of each household. One girl stated ‘We’ll be worse off…ahm movin to Ireland anyways!’ with the confidence of the oldest of the group. Everyone has referendum fever.)