toryglen flats given long awaited tart-up

I blog about Glasgow about as much as I eat deep fried mars bars these days. The likelihood of writing about a certain Toryglen area of the city, therefor, seemed about as remote as bumping into an auld jakey bastard staggering doon the main street in osaka with an evening times in one pocket and a bottle of irn bru in the other, singing to himself and on the verge of tears. It seems though, that the dear green place has been chosen for the next installment of the much revered Sony Bravia adverts, the last of which was all over the web like a rash.