Gloriously gruesome stuff. No shortage of blood and gore in the usually shiny clean shopping centre, and the air filled with ghastly shrieks. Clearly security staff had been well briefed. No-one turned a hair as a young woman gorged on a corpse in the doorway of Carphone Warehouse. […]
“You don’t need a weatherman to say which way the wind blows”. The busker giving it his all outside Dr Marten’s in Sauchiehall Street was not wrong. We were walking into a south westerly and it was already full of rain. Luckily the last lap of our treasure hunt was going to be undercover. […]
Making mischief. In true Glasgow spirit we’re hoping to incite a little competitive camaraderie in the Cinema City Treasure Hunt. Is that possible with an app? […]
Why would.Miss Cranstone be turning in her grave? Wander down Renfield Street and pause by a handsome building at Number 15. Behind that white tiled frontage lies much more than shops and offices. […]
We had some last minute panic. What if it snowed? What if no-one turned up? How would we stop people filling in all the answers in a bar without setting foot on the streets? And where would we find a poison bottle? […]
“If you threw a dart at a map of Sauchiehall Street, you would almost certainly hit a cinema”, says Gordon Barr. We don’t have a dart to hand but we do have a map. And Gordon to tell us stories of fine old picture palaces with fine old names – Regal, Gaumont, La Scala – that once drew thousands of people to the flickering fantasies of the big screen in the heart of Glasgow. […]