Glasgow can flourish again but political promises of assistance will be hollow until our emergency services and local government receive the proper funding they are due, writes Roz Foyer

The black smoke that viciously billowed into the night last week, intertwined with fire orange specks of flame, has cleared. Rubble and ruin remain. There’s a thick smell in the air – River Clyde sewage combined with chemicals hardly compliments the nostrils.

Glaswegians have it in us to rebuild. We’ve done it before. This time will be no different.

It’s a split-second decision to see danger and flock to it, not flee. Yet it was the denizens and dwellers of the city that first took it on.  The bystanders and the onlookers rushing for help whilst a hellscape inferno started to roar. People like Lamin Kongira. People like James Welch. 

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They’re the people who embody the best of us. The ones who stand stall whilst the building starts to crumble.  The ones who lend a helping hand whilst fingertips are being burned; that includes the spontaneous, organic offers of help, emanating from social media, from surrounding businesses and workplaces to offer up space and resources to the impacted business owners of Union Street.

Praise, of........

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