May 27 2010 By Shughie Leather
SHUGHIE was out and about and in the car park of a well- known supermarket in Airdrie – Morrisons – when he spotted a book just lying there on the ground.
Shughie likes literature, especially great American writers and poets.
So what a surprise when he discovered that it was a lovely old book by that great American scribe...well, am no tellin’ ye who it was by because Shughie’s keen to return said tome to its rightful owner.
Shughie’s no’ wantin’ to cast any doubt on the integrity of his loyal band of readers, but he’s long enough in the tooth to know there are some folk who just want something for nothing.
So if ye lost a book and ye can accurately describe it to one of the Bank Street Hacks, on 01236 748648, it will be returned.
WHIT a sight in Coatbridge town centre last week.
Traffic was going a bit slow on South Circular Road and Shughie was wondering what was going on.
Then he saw a man in a big three-wheeled bicycle going about his business.
The strange contraption had a big basket in the back wi’ messages in it.
The driver, a bearded fella wearin’ a big, colourful woolly jumper, was peddling at a leisurely pace.
Shughie has to admit the cyclist was holding up the traffic, but the man wi’ the bunnet likes folk who dance to their ain tune and had a wee smile.
There were a fair few grim looking faces in motors behind him, but he was oblivious to it all as he turned into Faraday Retail Park and went on his way.
ONE of the Bank Street Hacks dropped off some clothes at the Cancer Research UK shop next door to the office.
Friendly folk in there, Shughie says.
As he left his bag at the back of the store, one of the shop assistants said to him – ye can hoover up while yer in, if ye like.
God loves a trier.
But the Hack – who came oot in a bit of a sweat at the very though of hooverin’ – said he had to get to his work.
Shughie can reveal the boss would have understood had he been a wee bit late. He’s all for helping good causes.
Next time he’s in girls, get the dusters out as well.
WHAT is it wi’ folk grabbing a quick puff outside their work?
There’s one wee wummin’ in Bank Street who’s quicker on the draw than Billy the Kid.
Shughie spotted her last week, puffin like a maddie, that quick the fag was goin’ doon as fast as the lit fuse on a stick of dynamite.
THE old public toilets at the bus stop in South Circular Road had Shughie wondering the other day.
Are those the biggest gents and ladies lavvy signs ever?
They must be about eight-feet tall.
What was wrong with bog-standard signs?
I suppose a bit of artistic licence went into it when they were built.
And Shughie widnae want to pull the plug on folk being creative. He likes that kind of thing.
SHUGHIE’S in Farmfoods in Stirling Street the other day, waiting in the queue wi’ a packet of Hobnobs, when this fella jist walks in and grabs a couple of carrier bags and heads back out.
No’ even asking the check-out lassies if it was OK, which Shughie thought showed a distinct lack of courtesy.
Anyway, when the man with the bunnet left said store, he saw the cheeky chap at the bus stop, transferring his messages from his Morrisons poly bags to the much sturdier Farmfoods numbers before headin’ hame.
Fair enough, Shughie thought, but give the lassies their place the next time.