In his Aviator shades, leather trousers and crushed velvet jacket, with his mysterious tales of anacondas and reptile houses, he’s every inch the magnetic, local lizard king. A Morrison’s Jim Morrison if you will.…

Jim is one of rock’s great crouchers. So good in fact that you want to stick a football between his haunches and quickly assemble another ten wee Glaswegian lads for a team photograph.…

Sign on at the dole office on West Street; peruse the cards at the job centre and the situations vacant column in ‘The Star’; post written applications for clerical positions at steel works, libraries, printers,…