EVERY time the doors to the Glasgow City Council meeting chamber opened on Thursday, in wafted stray notes from a brass band serenading senior citizens enjoying Christmas lunch.
I HAD an unexpected guiser this week – my wee neighbour, a bundle of giggles dressed as a Disney villain. She’d had a great time at her school Halloween party, and rattled off the copious amounts of sugar they had inhaled. Interspersed with this sweetie monologue, however, was her dad’s quiet news that they’d received a Home Office letter – their claim for asylum has been refused.
