I've always found Finnieston’s Firebird fascinating. As everything around it has morphed and become unrecognisable it has stuck around steadfast, serving pizzas and beer to the masses: a rock among the ever-shifting sands of its neighbourhood.

This homey, roomy bar occupies a prime location. To the west is the multitude of super-cool (mostly) bars and eateries that line the Finnieston Strip. To the east: the hipster enclave of Old Dumbarton Road, where bloggers run wild and artisan doughnuts and premium spirits reign supreme.

Perhaps, though, its finest attribute is its proximity to Mother India's Cafe, widely-regarded as the holy grail of eateries when it comes to drunk scranning.

Mother India’s Café isn’t just the best Indian restaurant that's ever existed. It's the best restaurant ever: nowhere else would have me waiting five minutes in a queue, never mind 40 minutes in a queue in the rain. I’d happily spend every weekend from now to eternity enjoying convivial pints here then stoating along the street to fill my boots with spiced haddock and garlic chilli chicken.

A frequent hangout for the writers and artists of the West End, one of Firebird’s most celebrated regulars is Limmy, the darkly humorous – and notably teetotal – Glaswegian comedian, who tweeted a while back that he’s proud owner of a Friend of Firebird card. It gets you two muffits of tea for £1, which is as good a reason for having one as I can think of.

Come to think of it: is Limmy responsible for Firebird's continuing success? He inspires adulation – a result of his thoughtful #fansfirstforever attitude – and it’s entirely possible that the pub is being propped up by a revolving cast of his crazed acolytes, all sitting rabid, wide-eyed and staring at the door, in a heightened state of anticipation waiting for him to walk through it. It’s the type of bizarre scenario that wouldn’t be out of place in his Scottish BAFTA-winning sketch show. Either way, this is an establishment that provokes inspiration in one of Glasgow’s most beloved artistes. We should just stick a blue plaque up there and get it listed now.

When did you first realise you were getting old?

Katie Beatty, 31, Hyndland - "When the hairdresser said I'd need to get my greys coloured"

Kathryn Watson, 43, south side - "Telling a workmate that I was going to see a band, and realising that they had no clue who I was talking about"

Danny Pollitt, 43, Broomhill - "When my bald spot was revealed to me in the barbers' mirror"

Lindy B, 42, Kirkintilloch - "It was when I realised that when I was going out for the evening, more and more I just wanted to go home"

Terry Kay, 61, Partick - "When I turned 60. I didn't like it at all"

John Carroll, 60, Partick - "When I got my free bus pass and now, every time I use it it's a constant reminder"

Iain McGlade, 47, Bellshill - "When I first realised it was OK to have a nap in the afternoon"

Andrea Cunningham, 48, south side - "When I started taking my car with me on nights out, so I could get home early"

Richard Maxwell, 25, Woodlands - "It was when bad Christmas presents, like socks, started seeming like good Christmas presents"

Jack Miller, 27, Charing Cross, CLUBBER OF THE WEEK

Q: Favourite club?


Q: Favourite bar?

A: Hippo Tap Room

Q: Favourite DJ?

A: Charles Turtle

Q: Favourite band?

A: Arctic Monkeys

Q: What are you drinking?

A: Chieftain IPA

Q: First club you visited?

A: The Garage

Q: Describe your dancing in three words or fewer?

A: Furiously joyful

Craig McGee, 32, Finnieston - "It hasn't happened yet but I know I'll feel old when I take my 8-year-old nephew for his first pint"

Nicky Mearns, 32, Westerton - "When I realised that the last three parties I went to were a 30th, a 40th, and a 50th"