I watched the opening ceremony on top of the highest building in the city and saw fighter jets fly over Celtic park with Red, White and Blue smoke pouring out whilst everyone stood for God Save the Queen. I will never forget.
When we got there we were told there were only 2 rules. When going out in the evening do not turn right and once we had obeyed rule 1, do not go out on our own.
One thing that'll never ever stop in Glasgow is folks pullin yer leg.
That was 20 odd years ago when the Gorbals was, allegedly, a no-go area even for the locals.
You did good VNA. There is a way of dealing with these kids, and as you walked away with your kit, I'd say you more or less got it. I grew up in one of the toughest neighborhoods in Glasgow called Drumchapel, known locally as "the drum". It was, and still is, a scary place if you are a stranger. But there are good people there too. Kind, hard working people with not a pot to piss in or a windae to throw it out of. But they would not see someone go without if they had something to share.