The main shopping street in central Glasgow. Pedestrianised, and filled with a seething mass of humanity, especially on the weekends. Has a statue of Donald Dewar on it, looking scruffy and ill-tempered, much like the rest of the citizenry. A true man of the people, then. Also a number of tartan-kitsch souvenir shops selling branded mugs and other such tat to tourists. If ever you've felt a pressing need for a bagpipe CD and a box of fudge, this is your place. A short walk down Buchanan Street is also instructive in the sense that you will hear at least three very different buskers, all overlapping each other. My personal favourite is the deranged elderly Frenchwoman who's there every day with an accordion, banging out the same tune, which I've never been able to identify. She is possibly part of a Masonic conspiracy.

DesperationQuest, 12/20. 16 minutes.