When I was a young bachelor around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, I had always wanted to visit the Deaf Institute in Glasgow because there were so many young deaf people in Glasgow, not like in Edinburgh.
    So I made the decision to purchase a cheap day return from the Rail Ticket Office in Waverley Station and took a train on Saturday evening at 5.00pm and it arrived at Queen Street Station at 6.30pm. When I got off the train, I walked towards the big city of Glasgow.
    I sat down in George Square near the station for a while because the Deaf Club was not open until 7.30pm. I went to a small cafe to have sandwiches and tea and looked at my watch - it was seven o'clock. I left the cafe and walked up the steep pavement to reach the Deaf Club.

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