God only knows how they put it out. In the year and a half we've been here, I've not seen anything resembling a fire station or a fire engine. If we had a fire in the house I wouldn't know who to call. Mind you - we don't even have a phone, so I suppose its a moot point.
Anyway, this was kind of nostalgic because life in Glasgow was full of burned out shops. So, to whoever started the fire: thanks. (Not that we're saying this was an insurance job because as we all know, record shops are the businesses of the future - this "downloading" nonsense will never take off.
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