Things to do in Glasgow

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Am visiting my friend in Glasgow this weekend and last time I went we did nothing (though there was that OcUK meet which i dodged...) so wanted to take in some sights and get some culture or something.

He doesn't know anywhere because he's not lived there long... So... Cmon...

The cheaper the better btw
 
Get knifed.


Theres glasgow transport museum, glasgow science museum (Right near imax too if you fancy a showing of 3d avatar :o), botanic galleries is a nice walk (OHHH ICE CREAM :)) and around the general area of byers road/glasgow uni is all cool. Theres also lots of pubs and clubs and stuff
(Im a terrible salesman... especially when halfway to getting drunk..)
 
Ice-rink in George square is always a laugh after a few....

Lots and lots and lots of good pubs. I also second the iMax, its awesome.
 
Kelvingrove, transport museum, imax, botanic galleries, science museum - there's loads to do! As said before, the area around byer's road/west end is a really nice area - lots of pubs and places to eat. Oh, check out the city chambers and george square.

People are super friendly, much friendlier than those of Aberdeen and Edinburgh... for the most part at least. :D

I have never had any trouble in Glasgow whatsoever, and I've been a lot.
 
Kelvingrove, transport museum, imax, botanic galleries, science museum - there's loads to do! As said before, the area around byer's road/west end is a really nice area - lots of pubs and places to eat. Oh, check out the city chambers and george square.

People are super friendly, much friendlier than those of Aberdeen and Edinburgh... for the most part at least. :D

I have never had any trouble in Glasgow whatsoever, and I've been a lot.

This is true actually, people from Glasgow are surprisingly nice. If you are in the right area, support the right team, wearing the right clothes, come from the right part of the country and sometimes not a foreigner! :p


O and visit the transport museum, loved it as a kid. Awesome! Pretty sure its free too (or very cheap)
 
buy a kilt and a novelty ginger beard with tartan hat, prance around playing the bagpipes while doing kickups with a haggis.
 
Isn't it the Botanic Gardens and not Galleries, or is this something I don't know about. Forget Glasgow, head up north and bag a couple of munros. Glen Coe is nice.
 
Having gone to Uni in Glasgow for the best part of 8 years I have to say it's by far the best city in Scotland - and I'm from Edinburgh!

The people are just lovely. The Barras is mental. I like the Burrell Collection, although it's a bit hit and miss. For a fiver you can go on a guided tour of Ibrox (other football clubs exist too apparently, but Rangers need your money!) and the nightlife around the University used to be superb, although it's been a while so I couldn't point you to anywhere in particular.

If you're mobile - Loch Lomond is gorgeous and there are lots of distilleries with tours and freebies within an hour of Glasgow.

If all else fails Edinburgh is only 60 minutes away on the train and just within a mile of the train station you have the castle, Prince's Street gardens, Scott Monument, Royal Mile, Scottish Parliament, Arthur's Seat, Rose Street, Scottish Academy, Royal Scottish Museum, Camera Obscura and a mere two miles away there is Leith - the Kiev of Edinburgh;)
 
The cabin crew suggested we all go out and club it. I had no option; it was that or one of there B&Bs. I figured it’d be safer on the streets. For the first time ever I saw the Scotch in their natural habitat, and it weren’t pretty. I’d seen them huddling in stations before, being loud but… this time I was surrounded. Everywhere I went it felt like they were watching me; fish-white flesh puckered by the Highland breeze; tight eyes peering out for fresh meat; screechy, booze-soaked voices hollering out for a taxi to take ‘em halfway up the road to the next all-night watering hole. A shatter of glass; a round of applause; a sixteen-year-old mother of three vomiting in an open sewer, bairns looking on, chewing on potato cakes. I ain’t never going back… not never.
 
The cabin crew suggested we all go out and club it. I had no option; it was that or one of there B&Bs. I figured it’d be safer on the streets. For the first time ever I saw the Scotch in their natural habitat, and it weren’t pretty. I’d seen them huddling in stations before, being loud but… this time I was surrounded. Everywhere I went it felt like they were watching me; fish-white flesh puckered by the Highland breeze; tight eyes peering out for fresh meat; screechy, booze-soaked voices hollering out for a taxi to take ‘em halfway up the road to the next all-night watering hole. A shatter of glass; a round of applause; a sixteen-year-old mother of three vomiting in an open sewer, bairns looking on, chewing on potato cakes. I ain’t never going back… not never.

Win.
 
Its Scotland, so a Liquid Breakfast lunch and Dinner are compulsary.

It must be alcoholic.. I know you don't drink aswell! So.. Problems :eek:
 
The cabin crew suggested we all go out and club it. I had no option; it was that or one of there B&Bs. I figured it’d be safer on the streets. For the first time ever I saw the Scotch in their natural habitat, and it weren’t pretty. I’d seen them huddling in stations before, being loud but… this time I was surrounded. Everywhere I went it felt like they were watching me; fish-white flesh puckered by the Highland breeze; tight eyes peering out for fresh meat; screechy, booze-soaked voices hollering out for a taxi to take ‘em halfway up the road to the next all-night watering hole. A shatter of glass; a round of applause; a sixteen-year-old mother of three vomiting in an open sewer, bairns looking on, chewing on potato cakes. I ain’t never going back… not never.

Sounds like any UK city on a weekend frankly :p Which is why I only go out on weekends when I'm abroad! ;)
 
The cabin crew suggested we all go out and club it. I had no option; it was that or one of there B&Bs. I figured it’d be safer on the streets. For the first time ever I saw the Scotch in their natural habitat, and it weren’t pretty. I’d seen them huddling in stations before, being loud but… this time I was surrounded. Everywhere I went it felt like they were watching me; fish-white flesh puckered by the Highland breeze; tight eyes peering out for fresh meat; screechy, booze-soaked voices hollering out for a taxi to take ‘em halfway up the road to the next all-night watering hole. A shatter of glass; a round of applause; a sixteen-year-old mother of three vomiting in an open sewer, bairns looking on, chewing on potato cakes. I ain’t never going back… not never.

Ahaha, brilliant.
 
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