Union Street / Argyle Street
|Feb.2006. GlesgaPal CharlieMcD,
The hour hand of the famous Boots clock is now in Calton
Parkhead Church in Helenvale Street, Parkhead where I run the Day Centre.
When the building was being demolished the then minister of the church the
Rev.Victor Crawford was allowed to browse around the building which was
being demolished by a squad of Parkhead guys. He came across the hour hand
and asked if he could take it away as it looked like a Celtic cross.
Victor took the hour hand back to the church and was later amazed to find
out that he had rescued a piece of Glesga folklore. The hour hand is now
on the wall at the small meeting room at the back of the church and a
photo and story of the Boots 'Dissy' Corner is next to it........... see
thanks to GlesgaPal Charlie McDonald for supplying the hour hand
corner poem ................
It's hauf past seven, rain's pure lashin', she's dressed in black; looks
like a mourner.
Nae umbrella, legs aw splashes, wilma's waitin, at Boots' Corner.
'Cos she's gaun dancin' wae Big Tam. She hopes he wulny let her doon.
Just up the road, in the Gordon Bar, Tam buys a pint, an' settles doon.
A quarter-to, it's gettin' dark, she tries tae look, aw unconcerned.
"See ma erse", She thinks. "it's freezin. You'd think by
now, ah wid've learned.".
All around her, other girls, wait five minutes, then get met.
Just up the road, in the Gordon Bar, Tam lights another cigarette.
It's just gone eight, tears gettin' closer, now it's dark, she waits
Each girl, in turn, had met their dates, had kissed, embraced, linked
arms, had gone.
A single tear, dropped from her cheek, and lost itself, in all the rain.
Meanwhile, in the Gordon Bar; "Hey darlin', want the same
Wilma checked her watch, and bus-fare, and stepped out, onto Argyle
She cursed her luck, the rain, Big Tam, her leaky shoes, and frozen feet,
as she made her way tae her bus stoap. Wilma walked, her mascara ran.
Just up the road, in the Gordon Bar, Tam shouted, "Gie's another
Gently sobbin'. Hair aw drippin'. Wilma looked up, through the rain.
"Oh tell me God", She pled aloud. "Will ah ever love a man
When suddenly, the rain went off, as though the clouds, had all run dry.
But much more sudden, a voice behind her;
"Aw Wilma, c'mon doll; therr's nae need tae cry."
Wilma jumped three feet, her bus-fare jumped seven,
as wildly she spun 'round and...let out a shrill laugh.
It was Danny, her neighbour, and 'though it was dark,
she could see he'd a haircut and been near a bath.
Wilma surveyed him an' liked whit she saw there:
gone was the long hair that bred tales of lice;
no more had he pimples to frighten a poultice,
"In fact," Wilma thought. "He's helluva nice."
"Eh, Wilma, ah hope ye don't think ah'm a chancer but,
if you're no' rushin' tae get hame thi'night.
Would ye like tae go walkin'?"Inside Wilma glowed.
"Well, ah don't, an' ah'm not, an' a would...That alright?"
She went home... some hours later, when the dark had turned light.
It's three months later, rain's pure lashin', Big Tam's dressed,in his
He's oan a promise, whit a prospect, 'cos Wilma phoned, and asked him oot.
Wilma says that, she forgives him, and is sorry for moaning, about his
And if he'd like to wait, he'll get a surprise, and one he'll remember,
she hopes, for years.
Just up the road, in the Gordon Bar, the glasses were raised all 'round
As Danny, kissed Wilma, the people applauded, and toasted:..."The
bride and groom."