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At the weekend there is a group of teens that hang around at the intersection of Buchanan St and Sauchiehall St, sitting on the steps of the Royal Concert Hall. They have a hip hop fashion, mixed with American sport’s shirts. There are an unusual number of black kids amongst the group, though the style is the same regardless, as they lope around loud and cheerful in those bright shirts and baggy trousers. Walking along Sauchiehall there are three skinny young teenagers, perfectly “respectable” looking. One has a white shirt, which sits open, I can’t see what he is wearing under it. But as three of the hip hop kids come towards them and me, the last one starts to shout - Orlando final! He names teams, presumably related to who he and the other kid support. The kid doing the shouting doesn’t sounds like he is from Glasgow at all, his accent not local, perhaps its more London. The kid in the white shirt nods and smiles, happy and uncertain. The shouting kid grins and trots to catch up with his friend, the guy in white shirt does the same.

Labels: glasgow, hip hop, kids, orlando, sports, teams