Partick 'V' Paris Fall Fair

Partick Train Station, revamped.

And looking un petit peu like Charles de Gaulle below, non?

Zut Alors! - the postman's nicked all my invites to Paris fashion Week, so I landed straight back to Glasgow with a bump. One invite did make it though, The '72nd Glasgow Scout Group Annual Fall Fair' - don't laugh, it's an underground institution and is the reason I found myself at the newly redesigned Partick station on Saturday.

Finding out about this mammoth jumble sale is a bit of a black art. The smoke signals started on Friday evening when Angus, who knows the right people, texted to say there was activity and that a start time would be messaged soon.

The Tents:

It helps if you don't think of the Fall Fair as 'tents of tat in a muddy field' but more an historical department store without walls, which materializes once a year and vapourises shortly afterwards. Magical.

I snagged a front row spot in Ladies Clothing...

Uh, oh, I'm lapsing back into my old ways, just bought another sewing machine for £2 from a scout, this makes a total of 4 at home - " just in case", I'm going to be in big trouble. Now I've gone and bought some Edwardian ice skates, and yes I do thank you very much... about once every 5 years. 


Please someone save me from myself, where the hell is Angus anyway? Semaphore would be perfect for a flash mob situation like this. Mustn't look at that electric organ, it's drawing me in....Hey, there's Gus.

Looks like he's going to be in big trouble too, that's a tripod under his arm to go with the other 11 at home, ha, ha, compared to him, I'm on Easy Street.

More pictures of my booty, so to speak.

A hard stool.

Early 70's book on 'The Camera' - might even learn how to take a decent picture!

Live footage, my film could probably do with some of the quality control these discerning ladies are exhibiting...