Remember one night walking a girl home,she was from the mounpottinger rd,and we stopped in the doorway of a large plumbers merchants,stood talking for a while,then the Woodstock. Tartan marched past the girl I was with put her arms round my neck ,so they couldn't. See my face,much to the amusement of, the rabble passing by,I'm. Sure there was twenty or so anybody
Else have a close call with the tartan.think the shop was called marshalls at the top of the beers bridge road and Woodstock road,cheryvale st was at the other side,nowadays it's used a 2 nd hand car showroom.