I went to Glasgow at the weekend, and guess what ... it rained. Does the sun ever shine on the bonny banks of the Clyde? Well, if it does I've never seen it. But, despite the climate, I like Glasgow. It's big and brash and loud, which makes a refreshing change from genteel Edinburgh where everyone wears carpet slippers and looks like they're sucking a lemon. Glaswegians are mostly as mad as hatters and they don't care who knows it. Anyway, I had planned to take some photographs, but apart from a brief dry interlude when I went to see the Templeton's carpet factory (above) it was too wet. The building is no longer a factory, but it is one of the most amazing pieces of Victorian architecture you'll ever clap eyes on. It was created in the style of the Doge's Palace in Venice because two more conventional designs for a factory had already been rejected by the City Fathers, and Mr Templeton wanted to present them with a design they couldn't refuse. The plan worked. A carpet factory masquerading as a Venetian Palace was obviously considered a must-have for the East End of Scotland's biggest industrial city in the 1880s. Best of all, it's still there. Later that day I saw a rather disquieting sign on an empty red-brick building beside the Forth and Clyde Canal. It proclaimed in big white letters: THE ANAL BAR AND RESTAURANT. Someone had nicked the 'C'.