We headed off for the duration of Trnsmt as we really couldn’t face the disruption again this year of the building shaking and furniture moving, while you’re sitting on it etc! It sounds as if those who were ‘monitoring’ aspects at the event were even more disinterested than in previous years. Greendyke Street Resident
I’ve lived here through all three TRNSMT festivals, and this year was by far the worse for anti-social behaviour. The whole area stank of urine and I had to move on kids who were peeing outside our front door. I saw people openly taking drugs, mass underage drinking and people being sick and falling down. There was litter and smashed glass everywhere. The only reason the reported arrests are so low is because the police were nowhere to be seen. We’re having to deal with this as a community and I’m fed up of it. The organisers make lots of positive noise until they are granted a licence and then they stop. Community engagement is a joke. Deborah Stuttard, Lanark Street
I was home all weekend and had to try and cross through all of the carnage. This year really attracted the wrong crowd – a lot of teens were clearly on something. They were peeing, pooing and vomiting, and there were condoms everywhere. Police were clearly overwhelmed, I was really scared. At one point a drunk guy approached me – I thought he was going to hit me. People were so unpredictable. I didn’t feel safe. They were p****** on buildings and leaving their rubbish everywhere, lots of peeing and pooing everywhere. There is now a rotten smell. Waterside Place Resident (taken from this article)
I have lived here all three years TRNSMT has been on and it has never been this bad – it is ten times worse. It seemed to be taken over by underagers. There were big crowds of kids sitting, drinking and dumping their rubbish.We challenged people but they were urinating on our houses and in our bin shelters. It’s very intimidating. People were throwing off our grass and people were sitting on our cars. If this is meant to be an inclusive festival for the city, this is not the image they should be encouraging. Arcadia Place Resident (taken from this article)
Most people that live here support events and Glasgow Green and it’s normally all fine. But we had teens stopping in our communal ground, switching alcohol from its original bottles to non-alcoholic ones. And they were peeing against my neighbour’s wall. She’s got a young son and was too scared to go out. They were being sick against the wall too. Ironically, they were using the bin shelters to pee in but just left all their rubbish lying around. It’s been a reign of teenage terror. It just shows a blatant lack of respect for the people that live here. We tried to confront some of them, in a productive way, about the rubbish being left but they were just swearing back. I was getting sick of it so I went down to say to them and a neighbour leaned out her window and shouted but one of the kids just stick the fingers up at her. It’s a lack of common decency. It’s not nice to live in – it’s intimidating. Arcadia Place Resident (taken from this article)
Three years of trnsmt on my doorstep and this was definitely the worst affair yet…
firstly the set up situation. Having so much of the park taken away from the neighbouring residents who have dogs is a hassle. I stay at the west end (the court end) of the green and the small grassy areas left become crowded and more littered and less easy or safe to walk our dogs. The Clyde side path being shut off 2 days before the festival and the slither of grass at the Montieth row at the top of the green shut off access to the back end of the green heading to the west brewery coupled with Crueden, considerately, shut of the path too so that meant our only dog walking access meant fighting against foot traffic along London road where the broken glass was ever increasing… no thanks.
So then, the festival started.
The amount of people is unavoidable. Our residential area filling with through traffic, the underground garage getting used as a toilet and drinking spot, more broken glass and cans/litter everywhere, constantly hearing people shouting at each other, “singing”, puddles of sick appearing, a runny poo on the doorstep of a neighbour (the bleach marks left after cleaning are still visible)… all the while, not a police officer or steward seen or seen to do anything but check passes of the residents trying to get to their homes. I had to convince a 6’ guy to stop grabbing his female friends arms and hurting her and let her go as stewards stood at the end of the street looking away…
The fireworks at the end of the night (unannounced for residents with nervous pets or children!) and the football crowd style singing as the hoards left, banging bins or whatever as they passed kept us awake till nearly midnight.
Day two, we tried to leave after work to escape to friends in Paisley for some relief from the constant noise. The steward at the end of the road didn’t bother to tell us we couldn’t turn left (the correct way down a one way street) so two stewards came to double explain how stupid we were for driving the correct way down a one way street and we had to turn back up towards London road and spent a good 25 minutes waiting to get through the gridlock up to the trongate. When we returned at 22:30, the noise and crowds were still as crazy… and it was still midnight before people stopped randomly screaming at each other and left the area.
Somehow, the Sunday was the worst day… I work on Chisholm Street and everyone outside seemed drunk from the get go. The morsel I’d park afforded to us was unusable by this point; the broken glass shards were too often, even walking to the park, for me to risk walking my dog near the place. The seagulls were becoming as bad as the crowds for noise and crazy behaviour and the pavements were sticky with spilled booze and vomit.
The end of the night took the prize! More unannounced fireworks, massive crowds singing unintelligible nonsense, then… BAGPIPES! 23:20… O Flower of Scotland. Now… I’m a huge fan of bagpipes and our national anthem… so my emotions were a little mixed. They were in tune and played well (bonus), 30,000 people were singing along with them (not a bonus), but I think it was making the crowds match onwards so perhaps that was the plan… I tried to console myself that this was the plan and at least this was the last of it (for this year at least)! Another long night not getting to sleep till the wee hours with noise though)!
So now the clean up and break down…
It took till today (the 18th) for the Clyde walk path to open. I wish I’d waited till after it rained to go there though… that’s where the chemical toilets had been… the smell nearly had me adding to the vomit count! Utterly vile and the loos were all gone, this was just the remaining stench.
You can see up in to the “green” to the brown, trampled grass, the poisoned areas where stuff has poured out the toilets… all ready for another year of re-turfing and constantly seed spreading (attracting more birds) and more noise of park repairs and replacement.
So it’s all gone great according to the promoters… tell that to the hit and run victims, the sexual assault victims, the victims of violence and theft all of whom will unlikely be shown “justice” as there were “so few arrests”… let alone the utterly ignored and unheard residents that either have to leave their homes to sanctuary out of the city or stay and face the sh*t show that is T in the Park in our city Centre neighbourhood.
I’ve written a lot here but I’ve barely touched the surface… I’m already planning on leaving my home next year for the safety of my dog and our own mental health! Gillian Badger