“I’M 54 IN KILMARNOCK, I’M NEVER GONNA BE THAT AGAIN”

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I may well be the only UK citizen who had “Visit Kilmarnock” on their Bucket List (No.156, just after Glyndebourne).

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Good luck” said Duncan, as he dropped me at the station to fend for myself.

Perhaps he thought the dogs were real. New Look is much scarier.

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Killie might be the largest town I hadn’t stopped in, merely scraping the sides on the way from Ayr to Glasgow in 1995.

And this is a town whose club won the League the year I was born.

By 0.04 of a goal. Goal average certainly improved Scottish maths in the ’60s.

Apart from that triumph, and the loss of Johnnie Walker to Leven, I could tell you little about Killie bar its annual couple of GBG entries.

But top Burns interpreter Eddi Reader certainly remembers the place fondly.

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Would I warm to the place more than Eddi ?

Well, don’t go when it’s raining. That’s my advice.

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Jaywalking Paul will be safe here

Some pleasing street art, for folk who like that.

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I have NO idea what it’s all about
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Ancient sample requester turned to stone at town gates

And aren’t Scottish churches lovely ?

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The bustling cemtrepoint

The Spoons had just dropped out of the Guide. It’s bound to come back in, I thought. and popped in waving my 50p voucher.

But the queues were daft, and it was the shabbiest Timbo emporium I’ve been in (apart from Glasgow’s Crystal Palace) , so I headed straight for the tick.

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Looks like a Spoons

One of those pretend Spoons, or Stonegate as they’re legally known, the First Edition was only marginally less scruffy.

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More high table hell

I made a schoolboy error, going with a touch of nostalgia for the Arran Red Sparrow rather than the Doom Bar. Who on earth buys the most expensive beer ?

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Beautifully served in a Tennents glass

Clearly the first/only one pulled that day, it was undrinkable sludge (NBSS 1). No, you take it back.

20 minutes before the train out of Killie to admire the riverside,

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Nothing to say

take in the solitude of the High Street,

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and briefly contemplate a real Tennents at the most famous pub in town.

Hope Fanny is in the GBG by the time BRAPA gets here.

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10 thoughts on ““I’M 54 IN KILMARNOCK, I’M NEVER GONNA BE THAT AGAIN”

  1. Always glad to encounter a fellow Eddi Reader fan. Though in truth I mostly only know her 1998 album Angels & Electricity. What a great voice, what a great songwriter.

    Now, about this matter of you and Duncan and Simon actually helping one another acquire needed ticks. It’s really getting in the way of the “backstabbing competitors” narrative I’ve been trying to construct for you all, and I must insist you start undermining each other’s efforts immediately!

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