Publisher's Synopsis
This story of a Glasgow boyhood is set in Braeside Street off Maryhill Road - an area poor, yet proud and undeniably "respectable". Securely cocooned from the gangs of London Road, elevated above the drunken squalor of the Gallowgate Saturday night, the good folk of Braeside Street wore Sunday Best, had regular jobs (if they could get them), buried their dead quietly, and went to Rothesay for their holidays.;Here is an ungrudging, recollection, of the world of "The Washie", Ginger Mac the big Highland policeman, the back-court entertainers, the Co-op dividend, and a "ha'p'orth" of sweeties, nose buried in "The Rover".;War service whisks Roderick Wilkinson away from Braeside Street, from the engineering works and his first job as an office boy, and from the advertising agency that followed it, away too from the dance hall jazz band that so dominated his spare time.
