Bearsden

Bearsden, where adults talk to each other the way we talk to children, with a loud and animated “Well, hello there! How are you?”.
Bearsden, where people have played rugby.
Bearsden, where Kerr is a first name.
Bearsden, where secondary schoolchildren wear rucksacks low enough to hit them on the back of the legs.
Bearsden, where teenagers choose to sit on the ground.
Bearsden, where no one seems to have anything to do, and spend their days having coffee in pubs and cafes.
Bearsden, where people say hello just because they think you live nearby.
Bearsden, where there aren’t even any bloody bears.

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