I walk into a shop on Clarkston Road in Netherlee. It is packed with people, who all seem to be sitting on a long couch.
I take a seat, and notice that the shop has been turned into a small nightclub that opens during the day. The person who runs it is an old acquaintance of mine. A friend of his makes food for every one. It is a sort of waffle-biscuit, which is very nice.