DAVID CHILDS reveals his Bhoy-hood memories

WHILE walking down Byers Road in Glasgow’s West End, I found myself stopping to enter the Oxfam charity shop that occupies a building there.
I went in for a wander, a way of killing time that did not involve having to talk to those charity people who try and stop you and want you to open a direct debit for their cause.
Before you say anything, I’m very much aware of the irony of using Oxfam to prevent this from happening.
Anyway, while browsing the vast collection of second-hand books on offer, I came across ‘My Favourite ...