So I realise that when you walk into a Post Office and see that bullet-proof glass, it's as standard (although the bullet-proof part is entirely my own assumption, and heavily influenced by violent TV shows and movies). When you walk into this particular branch in Barlanark, though, you get the very distinct feeling that it might actually be necessary.
Located within a local newsagents, the Barlanark Post Office is by far the grubbiest I have ever ventured into.
The staff are miserable and stroppy, and you're lucky to squeeze a word out of them. I've been point-blank ignored for asking simple questions such as, "how much is it for second class?" and, "is that large letter?"
But then, who can blame anyone for having a miserable time here. It is Barlanark.
The perk is that it's always quiet, and you can get a Milky Bar and a chewed-up magazine on your way out. read more