My last day in Glasgow I did a final -failed – attempt to find a nice kilt jacket, a last visit to the BrewDog bar to do some essential shopping. Not quite recovered yet from the ceilidh of the night before, I decided to skip the one of Saturday night, and join my new Glaswegian friends on a little pub crawl instead. And for once, I wasn’t the only one wearing a kilt! 🙂
Kilt wearers should be very careful when big trucks pass at high speed…
Finally I had a reason to visit the Genius Bar in an Apple Store! (Swopping a third party iPhone charger for an Apple version) Not too thrilled about going up and down a glass staircase in a kilt though…
FYI They sold out of iPhones 5s within an hour this morning.
Loch Ness. Just to be sure of a sighting, I brought my own Nessie.
So how’s wearing a kilt in Glasgow working out?
Well, as expected, kilts are pretty rare in the streets. Unlike Edinburgh there are no busking pipers here, so that eliminates one category of kilt wearers. The tourist business—tour guides, museum staff—here seems less inclined to wear a kilt as well.
So far, I’ve seen one fellow kilt wearer: probably a student, wearing it quite casually, and a bit too low to my taste. But that’s what ‘they’ do with trousers nowadays, so I guess it makes sense they do it with kilts as well?
Usually there’s no reaction at all when people see me wearing the kilt. The responses I did get so far were from men most of the time, and it was often about their own kilt: how old it was, why they don’t wear kilt pins, or how much they actually like wearing it!
I’d say: just wear it then! 🙂