I've been quite scathing on Facebook about the need some Glaswegians feel to strip off as soon as the sun comes out and the Celsius thermometer goes into double figures. In truth, I've seen some horrible sights on our streets: socks and sandals, floaty floor-length dresses teamed with trainers; armpits that look like the hanging gardens of Babylon.
But what I should do is salute the brass neck of Glaswegians: these are the gals who get caught in a blizzard wearing 5 inch heels and what is basically a bikini and spend the rest of the year nursing frostbite and boasting about it. These are the guys who hang around the door of the Corinthian in a short-sleeved teeshirt in January, swinging their car keys. The message they are sending out? A don't need a jaiket - A've got a motor!
And now the intrepid entrepreneurial Glaswegian has turned Taps Aff! into a small industry.
You want a greetings card with Taps Aff! on it? Go to:http://thegreyearl.mysupadupa.com/collections/home/products/taps-aff
You want music for a Taps Aff! event? Here it is!
http://dalstonsuperstore.com/features/biceps-top-ten-taps-aff-tracks/
You want the 'heavily ironic' teeshirt? It's yours:
http://www.dudebox.co.uk/products/taps-aff
As one of my Glaswegian friends put it so eloquently: A fkn luv this place!
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