Park on the upper floors for a cheeky view of the city skyline. It’s not a penthouse view, but on a clear day, you can see the Tron Theatre spire and that weirdly majestic CCTV camera mast. It’s a vibe, okay?
Also, the stairwells have murals. Yeah, actual art. Someone somewhere decided that grey concrete needed a splash of colour, and bless them for it. You’ll spot a giant painting of a bird or a flower or something that makes you go, “Huh, nice.” Take a photo for the ’gram.
The thing we all wonder: is it safe?
Yes. It’s well-surveilled, well-trafficked, and feels perfectly fine even at 11 p.m. after a show. The lifts work (a miracle), the stairs are clean, and there’s always a faint hum of city life that makes you feel like you’re part of something bigger—like a bee in a friendly hive. Safe bee.
Plus, the staff are legendarily helpful. One time, a friend of mine couldn’t find her ticket, and the attendant just smiled and said, “Aw, away ye go—pay me a fiver and we’ll call it square.” Glasgow hospitality at its finest.
