Clyde Built Man

Reared in the remnants of the scattered and mostly deserted towns and city housing schemes that litter the Clydeside, places whose decline began with the election of Margaret Thatcher as the UK's Prime Minister. If my name (Bridewell) still stood when I was a younger man (with high spirits and a head for mischief) I'd probably have been in it. I'd have sat in the same stone boxes as those Radicals hundreds of years before me (1820) - when the local population of Greenock stormed the place and liberated them only to be shot down by those turncoats fae Port Glasgow who took the crown's shilling, accepted their firearms and fell upon Greenock opening fire indiscriminately mostly on children, OAP's and women. The list of the dead and injured is still there for all to see, with full details, names, ages et cetera. That was before they retreated back to Port Glasgow with seething Greenockians on their tails. They'd barricaded themselves in at an area now known as 'Devol'.