IN OLDEN days I used to enjoy taking my young son (now 18) to look at the Christmas lights in Glasgow’s George Square.

It was something of a tradition for us and for many families. The famous square, on a cold, clear winter evening looked beautiful. Christmas lights, by definition, are rarely tasteful, but Glasgow did it well. In the run-up to Christmas, there really was a great atmosphere in that oddly peaceful setting.

No longer.

george square

Narnia was not as the children remembered it

A few years ago we took Ronnie and Reggie along, expecting to experience the same festive spirit as in the past. Not a chance. Now there’s a carousel, a helter skelter, burger vans, temporary toilets, and all the litter you can eat. And noise. Lots and lots of noise.

That was the last time we took the boys to George Square to see the lights, and we won’t be taking them back. Which is a real pity, and I’m sad that a part of Glasgow’s childhood has been sacrificed to the demands of  modern commercialism. Do people really need to have their senses assaulted 24 hours a day like this? Are we really so desperately in need of being entertained by flashing lights and noise wherever we go? Is it really so unfair to expect families to take a quiet stroll through the square and to enjoy the simple pleasures of Christmas lights?

Apparently it is. Well, bah, humbug! to that.