One Night in Glasgow

It’s not enough time. A week would be needed to even begin to do justice to this, “the most perfect Victorian city in the World” as Sir John Betjeman described Glasgow. But it’s all we’ve got and the clock is ticking…

Any Brit who was born before 1970 is likely to remember the advertising slogan ‘Glasgow’s  Miles Better’ which heralded the rebirth of the city in 1983. It was a master stroke of marketing worthy of Don Draper and it won the International Film and Television of New York Award no less than four times between ’83 and ’87. But more importantly, it changed the city’s self perception and gave it a pride that had been swept away on a tide of post-industrial depression and decline.

Since then, accolades have been stacking up on this coolest of city’s CV – European City of Culture 1990, UK City of Architecture and Design 1999 – and with them the investment to continue to clean up its magnificent Victorian architecture, which is the first thing that strikes me as I step out of Glasgow Central. That and the smell of chips.

It’s 6pm and time’s a-wasting so we head to the Glasgow Thistle Hotel to check in and dump the bags, then it’s straight back out to explore the immediate vicinity. There are a couple of near misses as, gawping up at the tall, elegant and ornate façades of the buildings that line every street, I’m an obstacle to the commuters making their way home from work.

Past the magnificent, Rennie Mackintosh designed Glasgow School of Art and onto the famous Sauchiehall Street where we stop to admire the Willow Tea Rooms with their statue of the very dour-looking Donald Dewer outside and its Mackintosh collection inside.

As we wander, I’m struck by the buzz that fills the streets. A mix of nationalities, ages and cultures are strolling or sitting outside bars enjoying an early evening drink in the newly-arrived summer weather. In keeping with its heritage, this is a city where the people each  have their own style, from the Goths who congregate around the entrance to Glasgow Central and the neo-hippies with their bohos and dreads, to the trendy 30-somethings and the occasional kilt wearer.

Eight o’clock draws near and it’s time to sample some of the city’s hospitality. Heading down Buchanan Street we cut a left through the arches into Royal Exchange Square and the Gallery of Modern Art where the statue of the Duke of Wellington is disappointingly no longer sporting its traffic cone crown, the cone is now more under his arm than on his head.

The al fresco tables of The Social are already full so we head inside to one of its comfy leather seated booths and order long, cool lagers which slip down so easily that we follow them with a second. It’s a great people-watching spot with a crossover of after-office and early evening drinkers and diners.

An hour passes all too quickly and it’s time to eat. The choice of venues is overwhelming and we’re on the point of giving up and heading to the chippy for a fish supper when we stumble across Opium and enjoy a fabulous Oriental fusion meal. Then it’s back out onto the streets where the night air now has a cool edge to it and the city buzz has lulled a little.  We head to the West End where the lyrics of The Killers draw us down the steps into the Brunswick Cellars.

It’s a small, dark cellar with candles wedged into Jack Daniels bottles, a fish tank on the wall and a cocktail menu that includes a shot called ‘a quick fuck’. The clientele are predominantly student types and the music is 70s rock classics from the Who, Hendrix and The Doors. Looking around makes me feel old. I’d forgotten how ageist Britain’s social life is but no-one’s looking at me like I should be at home in front of the TV and anyway, I know all the words to all the songs.

As midnight comes and goes, it’s time to head back to The Thistle and a nightcap in their Cabin Bar before hitting the sheets, only to be rudely awoken at 4am by daybreak streaming through the gap in the curtains we’d left to admire the city’s night skyline from our bed. Damn Scotland’s virtually 24 hour summer daylight. We’re away on the 9am bus from Buchanan Street, watching the city fly past the window and vowing to return for longer. It’s true what they say you know – Glasgow is miles better.

Andrea (Andy) Montgomery is a freelance travel writer and co-owner of Buzz Trips and The Real Tenerife series of travel websites. Published in The Telegraph, The Independent, Wexas Traveller, Thomas Cook Travel Magazine, EasyJet Traveller Magazine, you can read her latest content on Google+

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Andrea (Andy) Montgomery is an author, freelance travel writer, award-winning blogger, and co-owner of Buzz Trips and The Real Tenerife series of travel websites and travel guides. Author of The banana Road - It's Tenerife But Not As You Know It and Pocket Rough Guide Tenerife & La Gomera. Former Tenerife Expert for The Telegraph and Overseas Consultant for Inntravel. Published in The Independent, The Telegraph, Wexas Traveller, Thomas Cook Travel Magazine, EasyJet Traveller Magazine and Wizz.


  1. Love this. I’ve only been to Glasgow once, and it was a long time ago, and also was only for 24 hours. My head full of warnings and misconceptions I shuffled around the streets with my head down and my hands in my pockets……I will be sure not to do that next time, thanks to this post!

  2. It’s changed a lot since I was young. My dad had family in Easterhouse and I always thought of it as a dark and dangerous place when we visited them – not helped by older cousin’s tales of people getting axes in their head and some sort of monster that lived in the canals.
    A lot of these gritty UK cities have changed for the better. I’ve never seen Glasgow look so good. I was totally blown away by the architecture. I used to prefer Edinburgh but I think it’s time to revise that.

  3. I still prefer the architecture of Edinburgh Jack but the spirit of Glasgow is great as is the personality of the people. Never a dull moment when I worked there. I broke down on the M8 on my way home one late evening and was helped by a couple who invited me into their home and walked me back to my car when my dad arrived……amazing gesture never to be forgotten.

    • I’m sure I’d be blown away by the architecture in Edinburgh as well. I always was. But this is the first time that I’d really looked at Glasgow’s buildings (don’t ask me what I was looking at all the times I visited when I was younger), so it came as a real surprise. And you’re spot on about the people…another thing I’d forgotten.

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