I AM writing regarding the mean city council scrooges that have taken away the Christmas spirit from Glasgow.
For many years, Glasgow was a city that had lots to offer over Christmas and the New Year. But, over recent years, something is taken away every year.
We have seen the same Christmas lights in George Square for years.
Then this year they were finally changed.
The way that the lights switch on was organised is also changing every year. We used to queue up to book tickets, then that was changed to a lottery were it is very difficult to obtain tickets now.
Then this year I heard that the switch on was very poor as there was not even a stage or entertainment or a countdown.
The 'Glasgow Loves Christmas' in George Square was also a let down, there was not even an ice rink.
Then, to add insult to injury, there was no Hogmanay party and no fireworks.
Looking on the internet at all the towns and cities in the Uk, it looks as if Glasgow is the only one with no Near Year celebrations.
It's embarrassing to say that I live in Glasgow, a city that spent millions on sporting events like the Commonwealth Games, but can't even spend something for the citizens of Glasgow who pay their council tax.
I think the Lord Provost and the bosses in the council should wake up and realise that the only way to get tourists flocking to the city during the festive period is to put some thought and money into the city during the festive period.
They say Glasgow Loves Christmas - if only the council big wigs did!
YOUR reader, Rosemary Keary, in the Evening Times (January 4), complains about having to book months in advance with a railcard.
This is simply not the case.
I also have a senior railcard and the one third discount is available on the day on trains or at stations.
It can also be used to book in advance at stations or online which will produce an additional discount by entering the type of card on the online form.
Alastair Stirling, Westbourne Gardens
READING about the renovation of the South Rotunda (Evening Times January 5), one of my earliest memories is of walking through the tunnel coming back from the Ibrox games, with my uncle Billy.
I can still see the damp, the pools of water, the water pipes, how dim it was and hear the constant dripping sounds. This was in the late 50s.
Billy McCoid, posted online