I spent three weeks up there staying with friends of friends when I was 18 – supposedly recovering from a bit of a breakdown
The lasting memory was of being in the sub club, on half of one of those dodgy snowball E’s, freezing cold and a bit paranoid..
Some large red sweaty fella with a tattooed face approached our table and grabbing me by the hand announced in a fearsome and largely toothless growl..
‘hey there hen, I’m full of eckie and wantin’ to dance with you sweet heart’
Now I was quite a pretty young lad but this was all a bit too much for my fragile state of mind.. luckily the tiny sexy wee chick that was playing the part of my gracious hostess leapt up as fierce as a tiger and informed the hapless fella that I was very much spoken for and that he ‘should back off sharpish pal’..
if I could survive up there for three weeks anyone can