Glenrothes
Situated in the arse-end of nowhere (or ‘Fife’ as it’s sometimes known).
My sole experience of the town involves changes busses while travelling from Glasgow to St Andrews. I have a strong feeling that this comprises the town’s whole function.
Even if you’re heading West and hit the town after forty minutes, after a few of Glenrothes’ thousands of roundabouts, you’ll be sitting in the bus station with your head between your legs and breathing deeply, believe me.
For those travellers sturdier than myself, I assure you that the town itself can take the shine off any day. From the buildings ripped straight out of the ‘How to Build an Ugly New Town’ manual to the oddly bone-structured inhabitants so pale that they’re practically translucent, the whole thing resembles Milton Keynes as designed by H P Lovecraft.
Neil Stewart
"I want to write about the philosophy of sitting in chairs because I have a reputation for lolling."