The Eighth: "Dizzy"

The Eighth: "Dizzy".

In an embarrassing family meltdown of an episode, Faither takes us through his drunken exploits at the Majestic, the Locarno and various other haunts from ol' Glesca in the 50s and 60s, including what happened when the dance halls closed and everyone staggered into midnight mass.

This one was supposed to be all about music though, so as usual, that guarantees that we stay on the subject for at least two minutes. Keep the emails coming into glasgowgenerations@gmail.com and we'll try and prompt the auld yin to keep him on track next time...

The Seventh: "Beatstalkers"

The Seventh: "Beatstalkers".

So after six episodes bursting with many droning tales of lacklustre 'lore in ye olde Glesca, Faither finally gets into his stride. This one marks the start of no doubt twenty shows about his life in music. We start off here yapping about Radio Luxembourg and the pirates of Caroline; we dance around the old Eglington Plaza and the Maryland Jazz Club; get out the old Dancette to play the dusty 45s and 78s; listen to Victor Silvester, Dean Ford and the Gaylords, and, well, a ventriloquist on the radio; and finally sit down before the TV to watch the 6.5 Special and reminisce about getting beaten up at school for defending Tommy Steele.

Music to your ears? Erm...

The Sixth: "C'moangetaff"

The Sixth: "C'moangetaff".

Out of the depths of silence and the choppy seas of disinterest, comes our new instalment of rambling Glasgow folklore, proving that after a truly unearned Summer break, we're finally back to work. And this one's all about ra graftin: going to the steamie and making up the coal fire in the morning, putting on your first pair of long trousers and a decidedly dodgy sweater, getting treated like a glorified slave at work, before getting fired for annoying the wife of the boss and ending the day scrambling back to yer mammy in the pitch blackness of the tenement.

A grand day's work in Glasgow indeed. After all that, some might suggest another break would be a great idea!

We're still alive...

Yes that's right, despite many hopes to the contrary, we've not ended our little Father and Son venture into cyberspace yet.

In fact, my Dad and I will be sipping more coffee at the microphone tonight to record our Sixth episode, and I should have it available to download tomorrow at some point, provided of course, that I remember how to do so!

Thanks for all your emails and support in the meantime.

The Fifth: "Peas"

The Fifth: "Peas".

It's been a while, so to treat you all for waiting so patiently, this time around we've made sure to talk about the usual nonsense. There's a wealth of useless memories about eating mushy peas at the Barras, playing 'stage coaches' in a coalbunker, the magnificent toys you used to get for handing over rags in the street, why the Broons became the world's first reality series (way before those crazy Osbournes got in on the act), why Faither should have built his career on designing bikes, and there's even some introduction to future episodes where he'll try and convince you that he was the precursor to the Beatles.

A welcome return? Err...

The Fourth: "Fleapit"

The Fourth: "Fleapit".

Once again we run out of time yapping on about the street games of old in Glasgow. Maybe it's because we diverge into wandering tales of camping in Benderloch and faither's early romantic liasons (ahem...), but at least we manage to cram in some stuff like playing 'P or a K' and 'Red Car' in the street, the local boxing club in Townhead and going to the Saturday morning swimming baths before picking up a well-earned penny bag of broken biscuits from the local baker.

What will really attract your attention however, is Charlie's living-on-the-edge story about keeping a notepad of the street's car licence plate numbers! We cap it all off with some chat about the cinemas of old like the Grafton and the Casino, but no doubt we'll spill all of this nonsense into the next one as usual.

May The Fourth Be With You

Just a wee note to let you know that my faither and I are planning on doing the fourth episode of the podcast on Tuesday next week, so it should be ready for download on Wednesday.

More on the Glasgow street games of old and a move into some picture houses that are no longer with us. See you soon.

The Third: "Sugarolly"

The Third: "Sugarolly".

This time around it's all about the street games in old Glesca. We hear all about the wee toerags wreaking havoc with the tenement folk tying their doors together with rope, catching hudgies at the BRS depot in Lister Street, being chased by Limpy Dan from the Kennedy Street playground, making what sounds to have been a very early poor man's version of soda stream drinks except with a particularly dodgy ingredient, and playing endless football through dinner which consisted of jeely pieces thrown down by the parents from the windows above.

Ah yes, you might get your PS3s and your HD TVs nowadays, but if the kids of today were to listen to this episode, without a shadow of doubt they'd choose "kick the can" or "dreep the dyke" over all your fancy technology any day. Ahem...

The new one's on its way

This is just a wee post to let you know that we're getting back into the game tonight.  My faither and I will be dusting off the microphone and hope to mull over the old games he used to play in the streets of Glasgow growing up in the 40s and 50s.

Look forward to me trying to understand the stories about making "sugarolly", catching "hudgies" at the BRS depot on Lister Street, and playing "P or a K" with the lassies (apparently that's "Punch or Kiss"!).

The new episode should be available tomorrow at some point, all going to plan, and I'll let you know once it's up.  Thanks for the emails to glasgowgenerations@googlemail.com in the meantime, and keep them coming in so we can read out your memories of Glasgow on the show.

Happy New Year

Yup, happy 2010 folks. That's it for now. See you soon.