Gary Heather

Buck’s Bar — Glasgow, Scotland

After living in Glasgow for 10 years now I’ve come realise that a Scottish winter is like an angry dog scratching at your door, barking and salivating and waiting for you to come outside so it can gnaw on your leg, leaving you writhing in agony and suffering and questioning why you ever left the comfort of your slightly less damp and chilly flat. It’s been raining for weeks here in Glasgow, which is typical for January/February, and the flooding on some streets (while fun to drive through) are getting a bit out of control, and starting to feel a bit apocalyptic. In spite of the torrential weather, or perhaps as a result of it, I found myself once again bowing to the demands of my empty stomach, so I donned my layers, grabbed my umbrella, and left for a walk into the city centre of Glasgow to get some dinner (aka dat gravy).