
My abiding memory i the Fair - waking up to the skirl i the pipes ootside the now defunct BU club. Soon efter the Carriden band wid leave the Band hall to head up ti the Grange.....they wur the days.
- Memories of olden times that bring a tear to the eye, like sawdust fi a passing Anderson's lorry.
Dinny ken whit we are oan aboot?
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