THE trouble with riding the trams in Glasgow was, you never knew who was sitting behind you.
This nebby fellow was making the most of his neighbour's newspaper in 1962, keeking over his shoulder to read the headlines. And with the way the trams used to shoogle, you know why he needed his glasses.
Looking at him - smart suit and bowler hat - you'd think he could afford his own newspaper.
Back in 1962, before private cars became so commonplace, the city's buses, trains and trams were a great leveller, with navvies sharing space with solicitors and wee wifies with well-to-do ladies on the way into and out of town.
However, then, as now, you were always at risk of meeting a wee drunk man. One wrong look down the carriage and they were liable to sit beside you for a beery blether.
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