GLASGOW is quite unique when it comes to summer weather. We are set in our ways and more often than not predictable about how we enjoy a hot sunny day.

Here are eight signs you know it's summer in the city.   

Taps aff!

Aye, so it might not be St Tropez here in Glasgow, but when it comes to a sunny day, we milk it for all its worth. The taps are aff, shorts are on, and we are rushing out the door like Speedy Gonzales to hit the local boozer.

Vodka in plastic bottles

Right, so we have all done it. The sun is shining, and you’re getting your best JD shorts on, off to meet your mates, rushing to the One O One off-license to pick up some of Glen’s finest, up the lane to pour half out and casually strolling back out again like ‘nothing tae see here pal’. Please always drink responsibly of course. 

It's 18 degrees

Aye, so summer might be 30 degrees for the lucky louts who live elsewhere. But here in Glasgow, when it hits 18 degrees, the paddling pools and barbecues are oot!

Music is on - or more precise GBX, and we are all sweating buckets as we listen to our uncles’ bad jokes; we all have one!

Pasty skin is everywhere

We spend all year round getting absolutely drenched in the rain, dreaming of that golden tan, and when the sun finally hits, we are frying up like bacon after an hour, reaching for the nearest Sudocrem and walking about like striped leopards.

Kelvingrove is bouncing

Ahhhh, Kelvingrove, what can I say? Nothing quite like summer than seeing Glaswegians congregating at the beautiful park, groups huddled together, enjoying an innocent day out soaking up the rays.

Aye right! You know what happens...

The queue for the van is like waiting in line to see the Eiffel Tower.

All you want is a ninety niner with a flake on top, but you're standing in a queue getting frustrated with every passing second as the annoying kid at the front is spending 10 minutes deciding they only want a 50p mix-up.

We can’t stop moaning about how hot it is

We spend all year round moaning about how cold it is, and after two days of 20 degrees, we’re giving it “canny handle this weather, man” aye, one thing about us Glaswegians is we canny take the heat!

Everywhere is a sunbed

If it’s not putting a kitchen chair in your cramped back garden or lying towels down near construction sites, it’s throwing a tracky jacket down on any bit of grass we can see, or even better yet, its lying spread eagle across a bin (believe me its happened!)