My Old School

The bits and pieces are being put together and Glasgow is beginning to become attractive. This morning took me down to Ashley Lane for a cup of coffee and the whole lane is wired up, or is it "wirelessed up" or should i say, "wified"? The coffee was good, the ambience pleasant enough and while, as always, it threatened to rain, it didn't and, coffee drunk, I then set forth down memory lane. Well, not quite for although the city is leaving a pleasant impression, the memories have been pasted over by newer, more recent ones. Still, as I suggested the city is pleasant enough and the walk past the art galleries, past the university, up through Park Gardens was invigorating and with a comfortable 20 degrees celcius and that refreshing breeze which is common to this city blowing into my face, I then found myself walking past my old school and, while there was still no particular nostalgia, no melancholia for any bygone days of yore, I did find myself thinking, "there was me yesterday outside that church at the top of Byres Road only to find that that church is no longer a church but a sort of cafe cum restaurant cum pub place and now, look what has happened to my old school, they have also turned it into a cafe cum restaurant cum pub place." Now, while I am pleased to see the demand for religion in the city of my birth decreasing, I am not quite sure if it is a good idea to replace schools with pubs.
The picture shows my old school, which is now a pub cum restaurant cum cafe.