Glasgow keeps moving

My friend Mike, who I stayed with just before Christmas, is down from Inverness, and so I went to meet him this evening after work.

I took him for a wee tour, starting with a pint in the Merchant City. Only Glasgow’s historic yet trendy quarter had moved: the entire area wasn’t quite where it was supposed to be. I found it in the end though, taking Mike to a different pub from what I had intended because things didn’t seem how I recalled.

After that we went off to get a bite to eat, aiming for Ichiban, a Japanese restaurant in the city centre. That too had moved, and wasn’t on the street I recall it being when I was last there. So we went to a nearby Chinese instead.

Then it was time for a nightcap, and I thought that on a Tuesday night somewhere like Molly Malone’s might be good – quiet, comfortable, and Irish without being cheesily so. Can you guess the next bit? Yup, it wasn’t there either, and we had a pint in a pub called Atholl’s, where I could have sworn Malone’s once stood.

I really don’t go into the city centre that much, and so it gets confusing when things move around when I’m not there, like staircases in Hogwart’s. Maybe it’s just too big for the likes of me to cope with. Or maybe I just have a poor memory and sense of direction.

Whatever it is, I think I’m best off sticking with the west end…