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Glasgow is a city in the west of Scotland, also known as Scafftown. Located in Scotland, Glasgow is famous for its pleasant weather and religious conflict. The inhabitants consist of either morbidly obese people, immigrant Street kids or a wonderful species called Neds; there have also been dramatic changes in the population of the city with an ever increasing amount of Eastern Europeans making a new life. This usually consists of either begging or selling the Big Issue.
Overall the city has an abysmal track record in both violent crime and obesity. This is why there are so many American Tourists here, they fit right at home; they also seem to have a tendency to like the terrible music produced here, initially Glasgow's music was made in order to scare the English off, now the Americans (along with the English) can't seem to stay away.
Glasgow was voted Europe's Capital of Culture, being every bit as depressing and grey as a Dostoyevsky novel and suffering from even more dreadful levels of Fascism and poverty than any Russian Hellhole. Glasgow also shares a pact with Germany that all new architecture must have a great deal of 'Industrial Art' to make it look modern and innovative; sadly it only adds to the bleakness. The city also prides itself as being the hardest in Europe.
While Glasgow is not the only Scottish city to be built upon a - now lost - Ancient Pagan Pain Ziggurat of Death it is, perhaps, entirely typical of the place that it has one, known to archaeologists as the Doomster Mound. Theoreticians at Glasgow Caledonian University’s Modern Polish Dance Society have speculated that a very precise, ancient and kinky kick-kick-strut-strut dance routine (if performed naked on the sleet-soaked streets of Govan at Hogmanay) could create a sufficiently Anti-Polish gross out effect as to affect some kind of inter-dimensional topographical reversal thin gummy. It had been hoped that this would have enabled Glasgow’s fall and the re-emergence of the Doomster Pagan Pain Ziggurat of Death, but all humanitarian reports coming from the city of late suggest that time has run out.
The city's history was established by St Mungo, formerly known as Jim-Bob MacKellar, using a bird, tree, fish and a bell. Each of these objects represents a different facet of the city (Glasgow is tetrahedral). The bird represents a bird, the tree a tree, the fish a bell and the bell a fish. The definitive history was first committed to paper in 975 and then again in 1172, the latter commenting that "Glasgow bees a bonnie and joyful plaice". From about 1300 onwards the city seemed to take on a more sober air, having gotten pished around 0900 from a 'coupla tinnies 'at were jes' sittin' in tha fridge'.
Glasgow was made a city in 1922, by either Ali Baba or Mel Gibson. A pivotal moment in the city's history occurred shortly afterwards and lasted for a further few years before something else happened which was very important too. Important things continued to happen in the following decades until the war of inconsequence caused trivialities to occur. St Mungo was forced to come back to life to fill in endless forms and most of the population of Glasgow had to flee. In contrast to Edinburgh, which fled completely, forming a mobile city, each Glaswegian family moved next door, so only families in houses at the end of streets had to leave the city. St Mungo died in 1671, then again in 1681 and finally snuffed it in 1981, shortly after Bladerunner was released. Historians of Glasgow are well-renowned and respected the world over, for being some of the laziest in existence.
Glasgow’s industrial past and wide industrial heritage can be seen throughout the city. For instance all Glaswegians vote Labour and are short as a result of it. From the late 1800s to the mid twentieth century Glasgow was a city dedicated to building armies and holding the entire population of Scotland and a chunk of the multitudinous starving Irish and Lithuanians within the city limits. Production of a vast trade fleet for England and the breeding of orcs, kept in barbaric compounds called "Tenements," alludes to the needs of England to provide itself with some "Scottish Muscle" and "Weegie Cunning" to shape the British/English Empire.
Today, little has changed except a few more thousand housing schemes, junkies, obese people and excessive license granting and lots of call centres opening up in a half-assed attempt to stimulate the economy. Many of the locals, however, lack the guidance of an Imperial Empire either in an opposing or serving capacity and have become grotesquely fat, short and ugly. Many English comment upon being abused by these Weedgies saying that, "It was your parents who chose to have you, so don't blame me about it". Housing schemes and high unemployment have turned the proud city of industry into the proud city of signing on. Indeed, only one person actually works in Glasgow since he is the only surviving non-obese resident of the city (until recently there were three, but two were shot by the city mayor Alex Salmond).
Recently the SNP came to power promising greater spending and product placement to encourage London scallies with 'loads of money' to come up and enjoy the bitter fruit that is Glasgow. Other reforms include 'F**k Westminster' and 'Keep those Schemies away from the rich!'.
The SNP manifesto, consisting of a single page of abuse about the English, a declaration of independence from England, and a stomach turning nude photo of Nicola Sturgeon; as and when these policies have been fulfilled, Glasgow has vowed to wave the banners of 'Save us Norway' more than in any part of Scotland.
Recently, the total number of people who actually vote in Glasgow has dropped from 3 in 1857 to just 1 last year. This is because two of the three non-obese citizens of Glasgow were executed by Alex Salmond personally for "not being fat enough!" The rifle used was made of fish and chips, which he then ate.
Glasgow is Europe's first post-modern city: in the year 1877 it was announced by the then leader of the Church of England Friedrich Nietzsche that the industrial revolution had turned the city into a regurgitating mess of foul air, foul food and foul housing with no hope on the horizon and a steady industrial throb leading nowhere.
The city also boasts fine actors for export, such as Leonidas and Oscar Wilde. Wilde once said after writing The Ballad of Reading Goad that prison was better than his short stint in Glasgow; he even when as far to say death could be better than Glasgow, and later proved it.
The city is also the most evil place ever conceived. Here people don't walk, they prowl; it is filled with orcs and other servants of evil giving the city's uniquely malevolent cultural flavor, and tourism amongst Europeans from the Ex-Evil Empire Nations has flourished as a result.
A famous pass-time employed by Glaswegians is beating each other senseless, as a rule defined in two groups between Catholic and Protestant, most often after fitbaw games or if a member of an opposed tribe is wearing his/her supporting colors of a team. The two teams officially considered are Celtic and Rangers. (Note: other constituent groups and minorities of Glasgow are not officially recognized by the city census, including Partick Thistle or St Mirren supporters). This often results in death, or, if both opponents are less pished, an honorable duel fought with broken Buckfast bottles.
It was announced in November 2007 by the Glasgow pope George Galloway that Glasgow will host the Commonwealth Games of 2014. Glasgow's Lord Provost Neil Kinnock has declared that Glaswegians are preparing to give the varied peoples of the Commonwealth their usual welcome - a mouthful of racist abuse and an Irn Bru bottle over the head. Many athletes are currently learning self-defence up to extreme levels, and obtaining licenses to carry handguns.
Current Military Status
Glasgow is currently in the state of Peace, a small independent principality within Scotland, although the English recruit some of the nutters and send them to Iraq to fight for Queen and Country. It's important to realize that the next generation of Neds will renew the local unrest, the previous generation are now solely dependent on the NHS to keep them alive after a lifetime of serving the Dark Lord.
It has been announced that whilst Gordon Brown has moved English and mutant forces into the "Overlook" position at their bases as he has sent the Wedgies to "set aboot" the Foreigners to continue the war of terror.
The "Glasgow Kiss"
A visitor to Glasgow may encounter this sign of affection from Weegies. It involves gently pecking one on the cheek, similar to the way the French greet each other, the next phase of this affectionate greeting is the smashing of your forehead with the Glaswegian's skull - many report the greeting as "bracing" or "confusing and hurtful". The origins of this unique greeting are no doubt descended from the Scottish legal system where the Jock defendant could claim a re-trial if he could A. Break past the Guards and B. knock the Judge out with a single “Kiss”.
Sean Bean on his travels in Glasgow
Following a rather dry spell following my huge success in Sharpe, I found myself offered a part in a play. The part was that of a homeless beggar, and being a proper thespian type, I decided to do some research into my new role. On speaking with Richard Madely (MP for Inverness) he suggested I go to Glasgow, a provincial town in the poor part of Scotland; he assured me there was nowhere more full of the homeless. After much adventure I took a Virgin train to a rather snooty village in the South of Scotland called Edinburgh, they warned my of the perils awaiting me in Glasgow - unfazed by this (I was Sharpe after all) I readied my sword and took a 1st class train West to the dark, wet town I had heard so much about! On arriving in Glasgow the first thing that struck me was the stench of filth, and almost straight after leaving my train I was accosted by a young, spotty, malnourished chap clad head to toe in white early 90's sportswear (this it would soon dawn on me is some sort of Glasgow uniform that almost all wear). After giving him money for something called a "Buckie" he directed me to a sartorial emporium known as JJB where I found Kappa and other such garments with which to blend in. I spent the rest of my stay in Glasgow in a cardboard box on Buchanan St. Here, there were very many people to talk with, but few had the finances to give me any money (I was in character, begging you see). I was told by one chap that people in Glasgow were largely exempt from work and something called disability benefit kept them in Adidas, Special Brew, trance CDs and season tickets to the Old Firm. "How truly mad!", I said. Glasgow must be the best place ever! The fellow then went on to explain how it was indeed the best place ever - they had done away with the need for education, soap, upmarket newspapers and any other food other than chips and class A drugs. What a truly utopian society I thought. Apart from the brutal stabbing I received the following Saturday, my stay in Glasgow was immensely satisfying and provided me with all the theatrical skills I needed to accomplish my role as a tramp in the South Wessex community Theatre's production of 'The Big Issue' with aplomb! All this I owe to Glasgow, the Times even gave my feature a merited 2/5 and said I looked very homeless indeed. - Extract from Is there life After Sharpe? by Sean Bean (Academy Award Winner, Black Beauty