The time is once more upon us as this noblest of gatherings weaves it's magical spell. The yearly influx of our Scottish kinsmen crossing the border on mass for their long march south to better climes and seaside frolics. And this year how the gods smile as the skies project a background of eternal blue and the sun beats down it's rays of hope happiness and delight. An amazing crac and a resort that bestows all the pleasures of the working man. Irn brew for the w'ains and that rather special of elixorial delights Mc'Ewens lager for the ma's and da's. Last year we had a full afternoon session on our hotel patio and the hotel allowed us to drink our own tins. An amazing session with our highlander host and after a splendid tea of fish and chips we all frequented Ma Kellies. On the hour every hour lashing of professional turns to appease the most ardent of entertainment seekers. I sincerely hope we bump into Tam and his family again as they really knew how to let their hair down. Wikipedia has it's own notion of the gathering and has no mantra of that what transpires; Glasgow Fair From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Glasgow Fair Date Last 2 weeks in July This Year: Friday 14 July 2017 Monday 17 July 2017 Frequency Annual The Glasgow Fair is a holiday usually held during the second half of July in Glasgow, Scotland. 'The Fair' is the oldest of similar holidays and dates to the 12th century. The fair's earliest incarnation occurred in 1190, when Bishop Jocelin obtained permission from King William the Lion to hold the festivities. Until the 1960s most local businesses and factories closed on 'Fair Friday' to allow workers and their families to attend, typically spending their time in the Firth of Clyde or Ayrshire coast. This practice was known as going "doon the watter" (literally "down the water" in the Glasgow dialect). The fair continues to be held annually, though attendance has gradually decreased owing to most of the tribes fooking of to Blackpool. The Scottish Fair reminds me of our own when the mills closed down for the two week wakes and We had no cars of our own back in the sixties ..well most didn't so we all went on the sharibangs(coaches)that transported us. Our coaches were called Yelloway and were magnificent beasts of burden liveried in pastel Yellow. Benidorm and air travel was still into it's infancy so bless those Rochdale Wakes weeks. So while the weather is clement why not go and say hello to our northern chums and show them all the hospitality that we are world famous for. The Merry England bar is pure brilliant. Here is the pride of Scotland and the bay city rollers. The real ones with big Les leading the way : / We are packed and ripped for our four day fest of sun sea sand and six packs It's makes my blood curdle when pretentious folk go on about this that and t'other and how they love to holiday in a quite corner of nowhere and drink pimms and limonade whilst the sun sets and then waffle away the evening. And yah yah the cruise was utterly splendid and over canopies and hoers des ovaries we chatted politics and shite and ate butties cut in a triangular fashion. Thank you to Pathe News Thank you real folk. Thank you to the mayor of Blackpool Thank you to the people that make Blackpool Rock.