My son Andrew was born under the glow of Hale Bopp. I have been fascinated with passing comets ever since. Their forever fading tails [tales] seem as wonderful to me as the glow.
The ‘Comet’ was opposite side to the Bank [this being BANK Street]:
On the 5th February 1868 a ‘Comet’ death was announced [alongside adverts as found]:
By mid July 1871 the ‘Comet’ had finally become an Inn:
 Two years later:
The Sharks’s Mouth was one of several Coatbridge Inns that began to glow in the fading of the Comet’s tail:
Something wonderful survives in the Comet’s tail/tale: