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| In Glasgow the beauty business can be tough, some succeed, some fail, others simply fade away like cheap sunscreen over fake tan. This is my perfect selfie (I'm invisible). |
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| St Enoch Square: This is some kind of artwork that frankly defies description but it's there. People are taking photographs, clearly puzzled and the rain never stops. Books are piled up on the debris. Social comment? I've no clear idea. Make your own mind up please. |
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| Noodle Bar: Close to Blade Runner territory here. There's food, there's drink, there's no coffee just eastern teas and alcohol. This may well be the future. I cannot easily live there. It takes at least twelve hours for your body to lose the burned garlic. A pleasant kind of torture. No service charge included. |
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