Summary
All greased up
WHILE wet and windy Edinburgh was having its Hogmanay, the hardy folk of Strathbungo were braving Glasgow's elements to celebrate 2004 via Bungo at the Bells. Organised by the Strathbungo Society, the annual al fresco get-together featured much champagne-sipping, a torchlit parade by children and an organist playing I Belong to Glasgow. Given the event's family nature, however, it was odd that one beefy reveller wore little more than black leather chaps, a cowboy waistcoat, a stick-on Zapata moustache and a policeman's cap. Sadly, his homo-erotic garb provoked confrontation from a passing ned, who drunkenly growled: "Whit are you a' aboot?" The camp vision placated his shell-suited nemesis, insisting: "Don't worry about me, I Vaseline'd my nipples before leaving the house."See the full content of this document
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The Diary
Glasgow's big Hogmanay shindig in George Square sparked a one- woman outbreak of Rosie Kane-style righteous dissent when a young blonde took umbrage at the cheesy predictability of some of the ...
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