The Old Firm, tit for tat and Glasgow city blues

By Jude Collins

If it hadn't been for four or five asthma seizures, I'd probably be talking with a Glasgow accent and voting Scot Nat. Immediately after they were married my parents moved to Glasgow from rural Tyrone and Donegal, a brother and sister were born there, both my parents loved the place ("All those shops!" my mother would recall. "And you could watch people walking about!"). Then my father started getting severe asthma attacks, his doctor told him he'd be more likely to get better back where he came from, and so they returned to Tyrone.

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