There were strange goings-on in Kelvingrove, my local park, at the weekend.
Even stranger than usually goes on in Glasgow's west end, where more than the deer and the buffalo roam.
There should have been an opening parade for the West End Festival, a lovely pastiche of Rio's carnival. It's haun-knitted but full of glorious Glesga women doing the samba, Chinese children in costume, and folk in general being gallus.
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