Regeneration X: Glasgow's modern day east end needs housing and jobs, not trendy upmarket bars
Poet Victoria McNulty wonders what's happening to Glasgow's legendary east end
A BRA strap fell off a leather-limbed shoulder. He could go a little lower, or throw a few pork chops in for free. He hung from his serving counter and handed my gran a blue-striped polly bag, full of dead animal carcass. It was to be frozen, annihilated and served to her victims on a plate for the next fortnight.