I was delighted to do something last week for the first time in almost twenty years – watch Scotland live in a World Cup.

The Homeless World Cup transformed George Square from pigeons and packed lunches into a carnival of noise and colour with football fans watching teams from more than 50 Countries. They came from as far as Cambodia, Namibia and Mexico as well as from every part of the British Isles. So three cheers for Mexico, who on Sunday retained the men’s and women’s titles they won last year.

The people of Glasgow took the competition to their hearts by turning out to watch the games in their hundreds every day last week - especially last Thursday when the pitches were bathed in sunshine, the stands were full, and the players gave their all. As well as the thousands who watched all week in Glasgow, a remarkable two million people tuned in on-line from all over the world.

Of course, the competition is much much more than a fantastic sporting spectacle. Each of the 500 players have faced homelessness during their lives and had to battle, or are still battling, to get life back on track. I was lucky enough to meet many of them. It was humbling to hear their stories but also inspirational to see how football has literally changed their lives.

The late Bill Shankly once memorably said that “Football is not a matter of life and death, it’s more important than that”. Last week Glasgow proved the point.

Another famous quote came to life last week as well. It was Harold Wilson - the one time PM - who coined the phrase “a week is a long time in politics”. It has become a permanent feature in the lexicon of politics ever since. Last week demonstrated how Harold’s quote has stood the test of time.

You’ve got to hand it to the Tories - when it comes to midnight stabbings they are on the political Olympic podium with the gold medal round their necks. Think about it. A mere three weeks ago Chancellor George Osborne was the bookies’ favourite to take over from Posh Boy Cameron as the Tory leader. Even a week ago he was being tipped as likely to be the Foreign Secretary in a new Theresa May cabinet.

Now he’s gone. Away to the political wilderness on the Tory back benches when one time it looked like he was the future. The smirking Tory wide boy who cut local government services in England and Wales by a third, put the NHS on a stretcher and proposed to give billions in tax concessions to the super rich by taking more from the working poor, is toast. Bedroom tax George is a goner. The poor, the vulnerable, and the one in four children in families which can’t make ends meet will be raising a cheer to his hasty departure from the stage.

Enter Theresa May, the last woman standing so to speak. Last week from the steps of Downing Street she promised to build a Britain for the many and “not the privileged few”. Britain’s bankers must be quaking in their boardrooms. Men like Ross McEwan, the top jolly at RBS, who takes home £4.5m a year or Stuart Gulliver at HSBC who’s pay packet tops £8.5m. Aye right.

Last week, Glasgow Airport celebrated its 50th birthday. A matter of weeks ago it was awarded the prestigious Best Airport Award by its European counterparts. Well deserved as in the last year alone Glasgow has secured 30 new routes, including direct flights to Nova Scotia, Budapest, Prague and Las Vegas. A further 16 new routes are due to launch in the year ahead.

Only a few weeks ago I had the pleasure of attending the launch of Air Canada Rouge’s new direct service to Toronto. Yet another achievement for Amanda McMillan, the CEO, and her troops at the airport, making a real difference building better and better international links for Glasgow. Mind you I need to make a wee confession. The Michael Buble Tribute Act on hand to serenade us at the launch were the ‘the icing on the cake’.They made my day as they pounded out one classic after another. And not just my day. The Departure Lounge was bouncing to the likes of “Fly Me to the Moon” as well.

On this note, I would like to wish everyone going on holiday at the Fair, whether jetting off for some sun, sea and sand or staying closer to home, happy holidays.