No, I haven't seen it at all... I don't think I'd know my way around the town anymore; I used to work for a while at a studio in Berkeley Street up at the Cross, near the library; even that area has been turned into something I didn't know - new apartments etc. Woodlands Road and George Street and the old Metropole... shot a show for Jimmy Logan there; I think he and Jack Short owned the place - from that shoot I got to do publicity shots for a singer with the Black and White Minstrel Show: Margaret Savage, I think she was called. For some reason I never understood, she decided to call me Jumpin' Jack Flash! Also met that red-headed lass, Shirley Anne Field there. We arranged to go off and do a shoot, and when I arrived to pick her up, she was very apologetic and said she couldn't go because a press shoot had been set up... ah the power of the Record and the Express! It stung, it disappointed bigtime, but I did understand the reasoning. I think I left with good grace, at least until I was out of sight. Today, one wouldn't even get the chance to get the most gentle of pushes.
Yes, Glasgow... wasn't all bad, looking back, but sure was hard as hell at the time. However, had it been then as it seems to be now, maybe I'd never have left at all. We can't run two tracks at once, so I'll never know what would have been the better bet. That little French singer, Edith, comes to mind here. Did she really have no regrets?
P.S. Just realised that I'm not even sure if Berkeley has the second (or third!) e or not; not even if it's Charring Cross or Charing Cross. I used to call out words from the office and my wife would answer with the solution, every time, for every word; now I have a dictionary in the machine which, of course, requires that I know how to spell the word before it reveals it to me!