What a great day at ''The Worlds'' on Saturday, the sun came out, Glasgow Green looked at its best, congratulations to the workers who had the Green looking great after weeks of rain and to the organisers of the championship, everything appeared to go like clockwork.

There was a carnival atmosphere with everyone enjoying themselves and many people availed themselves on visiting the Peoples Palace also on the Green, great museum to see, its the museum for the working class people of Glasgow featuring items like Billy Connolly's 'banana wellington boots' on display.

The history of the Green is fascinating like Bonnie Prince Charlie's army of 10,000 men camping there during the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745.

Anyway being a catholic, I went to the vigil mass at St.Alphonsus Church, at 4.30pm, just across the road from the Green and the ''Church of the Barras''.
I was going on the Waverley cruise on Sunday, so mass at this church suited me fine. I was greeted by a lady passkeeper who said to me '' welcome to Glasgow'', I have lived near Glasgow all my life and worked in Glasgow all my life and this wee nice lady thinks because I'm wearing a kilt and at the championship that I'm a teuchter from the highlands.
Next when I sat down on a pew before the mass started, two wee grannies asked me where I came from? God forbid me for telling lies in the chapel but if I had told them that I'm from about 20 minutes down the road they would have been gravely disappointed. I said the first thing that came into my mind and said that I was from Oban, I think that made them happy that there was a kilted teuchter from Oban sitting beside them at mass - strange town Glasgow.
So back to the pipe bands and the finale, then onto the city centre which is only five minutes walk from the Green, we decided to go for a drink before getting somewhere to eat and ended up in a Wotherspoons on Bothwell Street. Now here was what all kilties fear, a group of ten drunken women, yes the kilt was lifted twice by 2 of these fine female specimens on their way to the toilet, so it was thrill a minute here (I suppose I enjoyed it).

After that it was onto the King's Cafe for a fish tea where some of the bands where already enjoying their evening meal.

As we were up early for the Waverley on Sunday, it was early to bed, about 10.30pm.
Yup a great weekend