Rosemary Goring: Can Glasgow city centre really become a place to raise a family?
FOR many years, I had a flat in Glasgow's Merchant City, a couple of streets from George Square. I used to fall asleep to the companionable sound of bar tenders tipping empty bottles into recycling bins beneath our windows. A couple of hours later I’d be woken by a sozzled opera singer, wending his way home along Ingram Street and treating us to arias from Verdi and Puccini. I’d never lived anywhere like it, and even though I am now happily ensconced in the country, I miss the buzz and beauty of Glasgow’s majestic city centre. Yet there are some things I don’t pine for. Not long...