At thirty-six, Amy can pass Glentyan Drive on an ordinary morning and be right back there again.
Back when growing up meant disappearing outside for hours, coming home boggin', and hoping your mum never found out where you'd actually been. When a scheme swing was perfectly acceptable playground equipment, Polly Pockets were serious business, and friendships could begin with someone giving you the middle finger from a window. Growing up in the Glasgow schemes of Nitshill and Craigbank wasn't always easy. There was family and friendship. School crushes and playground disasters. New houses, new schools and the pals Amy was certain would be around forever. There was laughter, loss, falling-outs, bad decisions and the kind of embarrassing moments that feel catastrophic when you're young-and absolutely hilarious when you're old enough to tell the story. But growing up also means discovering that some friendships don't last forever, that the people you trust can hurt you, and that sometimes finding yourself again means walking away from the people you thought would always be beside you. Oi, Player Told with warmth, humour and an unmistakably Glaswegian voice, Up the Road is a nostalgic, memoir-style novel about growing up working-class in 1990s Glasgow-and all the people, places and memories that follow us long after childhood is over. Because no matter how bad the day got, there was always somewhere Amy could go.