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We’ve come out from the noodle place, its just past seven on a Friday night. Its been a good day, easy going, but we're all tired, so we're calling it an early night for now. The fog that had been haunting the area round my work has crept into the city centre, giving everything a haze. Not the only thing which changes the mood of the city. Three people walk closely behind our group, eventually slipping by, chattering and shouting the whole time. There is a couple and their friend, the friend making the bulk of the noise, though both of the guys are happy to shout and swagger and be threatening. That window, he shouts, indicating the supermarket fronting, smashed and cracked, we did that last weekend didn’t we! The girl turns, shush, you can go the jail for that, don’t be stupid. How about Primark, he responds, let do their window now, we’ll get you a dress! We’re walking slower, so they continue on. We get to the corner with Argyle Street, there is so much noise, kids howling and screaming at each other towards Central Station, carrying on, out to enjoy themselves, cause a little trouble. We turn away, towards Argyle Street station, making plans for the morning as we split up. As we stop a hard looking man steps up, calling, loudly, EXCUSE ME! Can you help me out with something? We pause, silent, waiting to hear what he is going to ask, though inevitably it will be money. He drags the moment out, before saying, I’m homeless, can I have some money for food? L engages him conversation, about how she might have given him food if she had any, but not money. He seems only interested in money. We split up here, they go for their train, we return to my car, so I can drop them off at their hotel. We walk behind an old couple, moving slow motion, smoke wafting back from them both, before we get by and into the car park, a mostly empty space by now, the fog thicker here, so the whole thing feels particularly weird. I drop them at their hotel, and on the drive home the fog just keeps getting worse, the world disappearing.

Labels: friday, glasgow, night, visitors