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August 30, 2004


Jim Winter

It amazes me how two cities can be so close together, yet so far apart culturally.


Well, some of what I say is tongue in cheek of course :o) And some of it is general perception rather than fact. There ARE differences and rivalries but there are also a lot of similarities, and similarities with every other big city in the UK.

Kevin Wignall

Jim, the way you have to think about the UK is this. You know at Disneyland you have miniature worlds, where you walk around a small park and there's Japan, oh, now we're in France, that kind of thing? That's the UK. Sixty million people squeezed into a space that's smaller than Manhattan (some people will tell you this isn't true, but if anything, Britain is about the size of the Upper East Side). I think, in part, this is why we talk up our differences so much, because we know that within a few generations, we're probably ALL related. Isn't that so, Cousin Donna?


It was almost exactly a year ago that we left Edinburgh and drove through Glasgow, making a leisurely trip south toward a date with the ferry that was to take us back to Ireland. I loved Edinburgh, but felt more at home in Glasgow -- ti has a very Baltimore vibe.

One key difference -- Baltimore, which has about 630,000 residents -- the city proper, the city and county have 1.3 million -- is on pace for about 260 homicides this year. Even so, like Donna, I'm not likely to be among the victims.

(Donna, after this bout of blog duty, your protests about not being a writer are going to ring even more hollow.)

Jim Winter

Oh, it's not just a UK thing. After 13 years in Cincinnati, I still feel like a foreigner, and I'm only from Cleveland, 250 miles away.


Donna is being too sweetly modest, as usual. Glasgow rocks. I should add that I once received a letter from a quite conservative gentleman who described Glasgow as "the heart of Red Clydeside" and mentioned people singing "Avanti populi" on the way home from the pubs in his childhood. (NB: In spite of the fancy Italian name, it's not an aria.) Also the statue of La Pasionaria, and the fact that Glasgow's fantastic museums are FREE. Woo hoo. (Talk about the Kelvingrove, Donna, please please please. Surely someone's been murdered in there while trying to lift part of the historic coin collection....and the murder was put down as a heroic guard's action during a bungled robbery but really the victim was dead already and it was part of a deadly conspiracy involving the right wing of the Scottish parliament -- from Edinburgh, of course -- trying to hijack the history of the Bank of Scotland so that....ok, I'm out of ideas. You take it from there.)


Yes indeedy Cousin Kevin, the old family tree is getting a bit full. Laura, to celebrate our relative safety, we should maybe go out and have a drink or two - orange juice, of course, and it has to be a Tuesday.


Donna exactly how does one get half mugged?


Mary wrote:
"Donna exactly how does one get half mugged?"
Hmmmm, well, I was going to just reply here, but I think I'll do a blog entry later as it's a long story (quelle surprise):o)

Jason Starr

Donna writes: "Back to Scotland. The wild west is the most dangerous place to live with the murder rate in Glasgow 58.7 per million of population. Edinburgh’s rate was 15.6 per million."

Are you sure about these rates, Donna? I thought there were at least 15 murders in Al Guthrie's book alone...


LOL Jason! Well, Edinburgh's annual murder rate was actually 0.6 until Al came on the scene...errrr...that didn't sound right, did it?

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