there's always the Black Watch Forum, Royal Highland Fusiliers Forum and then there's the Glasgow Forum. There's another forum whose name I forget when I ended up in the Bellshill section
That was okay, cos long time ago (1980) I went out with Marietta Smart from *Mossend Cross
Kintyre Forum is nice, the folk there are mostly from the area.
* So here I was, this wee Edinburgh/Musselburgh East of Scotland poofter dressed as a Mod visiting my Modette from Mossend. That night we met her friends in a Motherwell pub near the Ravenscraig steelworks (maybe not but it seemed like it). One of her pals was a huge bouncer. They treated me really well, like a fragile doll in fact and an item of curiosity. They passed around the Bank of England fiver I produced like it was some odd curio. (I felt I might have committed some great faux-pas but all was well). Afterward, we were all walking back to someone's house which entailed going along a long straight road below the steelworks with a council scheme on the left and open "waste-grund" on the right. We were on the right-side pavement, waste-grund on the right. Marietta and I were out a few yards in front. The only building on our side was a chip-shop. There was a crowd of guys hanging around outside it, in a group. When one of them look toward us and noticed a stranger (me) in the distance, they formed a line across the pavement, facing us. I knew what was coming. I wanted to run into the scheme, but I would have been a rat in a trap. So I kept walking, trying to stay cool. I didn't want to seem like a coward to Marietta's pals, so I just kept walking - to my impending doom. I thought "Just tough it out, bluff and maybe it will be okay - maybe crack a joke to get out of trouble" but I knew I was about to get the kicking of my life (if I would still have one). If I had to fight, okay, but i would be slaughtered ! Then, just as we were about 30 or so yards from them, the big bouncer guy stepped up and went in front of us. The gang obviously knew him when he appeared under the lamplight, because they suddenly melted away and made a path. Ya beauty ! I was so grateful to be alive I would have become his bi*ch !
After the house-party, the two of us walked down the short distance to her sister's house where she lived and she told me that one night she was followed by a skinhead. Now Marietta was petite, about 5' 2" in her Mary Quant granny shoes, had short black hair, nice tanned look and Dusty Springfield/Twiggy "doll" make-up. She was really pretty (her mum was Spanish). So anyway, one night this skinhead follows her along her road and then she hears his Doc Martens speed up and coming behind her. She bided her time and when there was a gap in the running (which she took to mean the skin was going to take a big kick at her), she swung round and did an uppercut with her brolly. It caught him square in the tuppenny walls and travelled up with enough force to break his nose. Attack over ! She said to me that the guy should have been ashamed as "I'm just a wee helpless lassie". As she also put it though "I pit his lights oot !"