Bar Brett, Glasgow A SUNDAY evening along Glasgow’s Great Western Road then. Few cars but pavements stowed with happy steamers still partying like it's 1999 or the unofficial end of prohibition. Right opposite us four women joyously sing – one of them whilst lying down – as this grand old thoroughfare rocks to the thrumity-thrum of open-air drinkers defying the May cold just to be together. And it is chilly. From where we sit outside Bar Brett, two patio burners struggle to warm even my bald spot and get nowhere near a cooling BBQ Monkfish tail and charred oyster in umami broth.