With the collapse of the back elevation of our tenement we were shipped out to one of those new housing schemes being built on the outskirts of Glasgow and I hated leaving the soo-side behind. I kept going back for this is where I felt I belonged. In this book I have tried to keep alive those memories that people of my generation can all relate to, just ordinary everyday things we all done in the Gorbals and Oatlands and which are forever embedded in our minds, not forgetting walks over to the toon either. I left Glasgow when I was 20 years old (48 years ago) but like most exiles, Glasgow has never left us.