Relics

I love London, I love all the things there. My girl and I lived in this hotel when we traveled to London. I brought a hermes outlet (
) for her and we had a great time there!!!

Relics is my favourite. It’s like they cleared out the attic of every eccentric old person in the world and shoved everything they found in this tiny wee shop. I’ve found some absolute belters here: G-​plan furniture, Whitefriar’s vases, endless pretty china sets and some old travelling trunks – all purchased for a song.
Stuck for gift ideas? Want something to make your house feel a little more like home? Totally desperate to find a vintage toothpick? Then this is the place for you.
I think the guys that run Relics add just as much magic to the experience as the strange layout (if you can call ‘stuff balanced on other stuff’ a layout). Not to mention the cat, who walks around on top of countless antiques yet never seems to break anything. If you smile sweetly enough the owners will deliver your bigger vintage finds to a local address free of charge. That leaves you enough arm-​space to carry home all the nick-​nacks you’ll never use but can’t leave behind. It’s a truly winning formula of the very best kind – something so crazy it shouldn’t work, but does.

When l pass this shop always think of steptoe and son, inside and out this guy has boxed and boxes of items and l don’t even think he knows what’s inside them.

I don’t understand where all these negative comments come from. I’ve lived in the west end for 7 years and frequented Relics many a time. I am also friends with a lot of people who visit the shop too and no-​one I know has ever had a bad thing to say about it. Yes it’s a bit cramped and there is a lot things all over the place, but that adds to the charm, in my opinion.
There is a real sense of nostalgia inside, it’s like being in an old curiosity museum where everything is for sale. I wouldn’t describe the owner as rude, he may be a little eccentric and queer but I’ve never considered him rude or arrogant. You can also haggle and barter with him, as I have done many a time.
If only the thousands of people who have visited Relics over the years were to review, I’m positive this store would have a much better rating here.

The owner is incredibly rude and has a terrible attitude to customers. It does not matter what kind of shop you own, everyone should be as friendly as possible to their customers, after all, they are the one’s that’s keeping it running. I wouldn’t say it was an antique shop, it really is a junk shop. Nothing is kept well. I went in once to buy a old book that had the price on the inside cover and after I got to the till, he suddenly told me a totally different price that was allot higher. Terrible attitude to customers and I would not recommend it if you are after antique’s.

I cant walk down this way without having a little rummage in Relics, its a veritable treasure trove of things you want, but for no particular reason. Last item I was lusting after in there was a plastic space themed pinball game from the 70’s before that it was the original Lando Calrissian figure, battered and worth nothing but made the boys day.
Its got Beano and Dandy annuals coming out of its ears, old radios and plenty guitars.
Its a tad hard to navigate though and I do find myself scared im going to set an antique avalanche in motion due to the sheer amount of stuff teetering on top of each other!

I must get back here some time soon.
They have some of the weirdest stuff and plenty of it. I got a super cool duracell bunny riding in a spaceship here which i have never seen anywhere else.
Any wade or glass collectors should have a look as he has some very select pieces.
Can be a little pricey but the guy will come and go when he totals up and be up for a haggle.

Magpies, antique-​savvies, and hoarders rejoice. Relics is nothing other than a space choca-​block with things from by-​gone times.
There is not even a semblance of order here. The good-​ish sized store down Ruthven lane comes tumbling out onto the inner concourse, and even the weather-​hardy items are outside. It’s literally floor-​to-​ceiling, wall-​to-​wall full of… stuff. I can’t even sum it up. There’s cabinets with jewellery and ornaments, old radios, cameras, guitars, signs, mirrors, books up the back. Things hanging from the ceilings, old biscuit tins full of older photos, coins, children’s toys.
I’m sure in here there are some real gems and collector’s items that would make the presenters of Antiques Roadshow go weak at the knees. It’s just that finding them may take time.
Relics is one-​of-​a-​kind. All the best, worst, most useful, useless, interesting and random stuff you would find after trawling through a Sunday carboot sale, all under one roof. Perfect for whiling away an hour or two on a Sunday afternoon.
I’ve actually bought from here a working 1930’s polaroid camera. I don’t actually use it but it makes an awesome ‘piece’ in my bedroom. And two Links of London’s friendship bracelets for £75 for both (when they’re normally £110 each). Both were found by chance, and after maybe half an hour of browsing. But, as I said, there are some hidden gems here.

This place is brill. I usually end up buying something. Good thing I don’t live in Glesga or I’d be there every day. He is friendly to me maybe because he knows I am not a waist of his time. I sometimes sell on what I buy on eBay and usually get more than I paid.

The knack of a finding treasure in someone else’s cast offs has not been given to me. When I look at the pile of junk sprawled outside Relics in Ruthven Lane, I just think, «someone else’s cast offs.»
I appreciate all the rave reviews before me, but would you really be waxing lyrically about that cracked china teapot if it was sitting in the shelf of a pound shop, not a «vintage» West End store.
Maybe I’m just cynical. But give me Ikea any day.

Oh, my beloved Relics. There was a rumour last year that this cave of wonders was going to be bulldozed in favour of erecting yet another ‘shopping complex’ but since newspaper coverage is lying dormant on this factor, I hope and pray that Ruthven Lane is safe (and don’t want to spark further unrest with fans of this wonderful place).
The term ‘anything but the kitchen sink’ was invented for this establishment. In fact, I’m pretty sure it would’ve played host to a tin kitchen sink at some point in its’ lifetime. Peeking out at the end of the lane is the fabulous Relics, a treasure trove of oddities and rarities. Outside there usually lies a mound of wicker chairs that local cats lounge on, and mirrors. To your right, before you’ve even entered the shop, there is a mountain of books, old comics and, if you’re lucky, brown lampshades. Once you’re inside, the place is literally crammed with the biggest assortment of goods from every era imaginable, from every country imaginable, and it is a glorious assault to the senses. The books smell of age, the goods are well-​worn and wonderful. Their lamp collection hangs in angles from the ceiling and everything looks like it’s about to topple at any second (beware the bulls in a china shop) but despite all that, their collection is for the most part in really good condition.
In my many visits to Relics I have bought a lamp with a Ceramic Dutch girl on it, Penthouse magazine circa 1975 (the FHM of its day), a cushion from the 60s and enough crockey to host a dinner party for 500. I have also gawked over a silver wicker chair and a lifesized Frankenstein model made out of seashells. I still rue the day I didn’t buy these very, very reasonably priced items. The experience of Relics is as rare as its goods.

Legends has it you do not fully qualify for your West End passport unless at least one item of your house comes from Relics.
Now, where do I begin with this place? Well on my last visit, a lampshade emblazoned with «Harp Lager» was sitting on top of a Beano album. A school bag, and by that I mean a bag with an actual school’s name printed on it, was balancing on some fairly expensive looking china and a Scottish Premier League football album was nestled inbetween. In other words, this is where you get everything and anything.
Ordered, this shop is not. But Westenders tend to love its ramshackle appearance and revel in scouring through the heaps of, to my untrained eye at least, junk in search of a bargain. I guess it’s an acquired taste.
For me, I like my shops to be simple and have price tags. I guess I’ll just have to make do with my temporary West End visa for the time being.

I’m very fond of Relics, the shop itself is a little reminiscent of the book shop owned by Bernard Black in the TV series Black Books but only because it is absolutely bursting at the seems with awesome stuff all of it second hand or vintage from fire place guards to childs bicycles the spectrum of items is astounding.
If I ever become a real person who buys things for there house it is my intention to buy as much as I can from here. The shop owner is friendly, wise and willing to bargain.
A really interesting shop, good fun to be in. Well worth a visit.

If you fancy taking a walk down memory lane, then take a walk down Ruthven Lane, because at the bottom lies Relics, an unbelieveably cluttered antiques shop with gadgets and gizmoes that will take you back to your childhood.
Within five minutes of walking into the shop I’d seen a biscuit tin that my gran had in her kitchen when I was little (memories of stealing the biscuits came to mind), along with an old retro lamp stand I can’t believe my parents once owned.
You’re bound to find something recognisable, however Relics isn’t just for window-​shopping; you will want to buy something! There’s a good selection of prints and posters and retro crockery– you can stock up your cupboards fairly cheaply and reminis about the days before IKEA at the same time.

Relics is a shop to be avoided, it is not an antique shop, but a
junkshop, the owner is not friendly and what he sells looks like it was thrown into a skip, probably after someones Granny has died, everything is overpriced and dont try to sell anything to him, he will give you peanuts, then sell it at 5 times more!
you can not move in the shop, its so cramped, my advice go to Charity shops, the barras, or carboot sales, but unless your desperate and are easily parted with your hard earned cash, avoid Relics, you wont find a bargain!
Dont be fooled just because its the Westend, visit the Briggit-​Saltmarket!

Relics is certainly overpriced for the main part. I have bought one or two things, most notably a vintage cocktail trolley, but the shop is so difficult to get around without feeling that you are going to break somthing that it is quite offputting! the prices have certainly gone up and the organisation has gone down. A lot of things aren’t even in great condition and as a general rule I would rather go to the Barras where you get more choice and more banter — the chap that runs Relics is a rather dour sort. It is easy to get to though, with Hillhead tube station and a bus stop just across the road.

The name Relics conjures up the image of an emporium brimming with delightful artefacts and trinkets each with a wonderful story of their creation and previous ownership, sorry to disappoint you but the tables in this place look like the Barras 10 years ago, which means what you’ll find is very hit and miss.
There are some funky kitsch bits and pieces from the last few decades as well as older items that could be considered to be antiques, but I have always found the single member of staff here to be very unhelpful and standoffish.
The shop, and the trestle tables of stock that have seem to take up more and more space in the arcade, looks as though it is has been stocked by a procession of people who have come in with a box full of stuff that they have cleared out of their gran’s loft and then either poured out on top of everything else or stuffed under the tables (a small side note about the things under the tables: there is a sign up forbidding customers from looking at or buying these things).
If you have the time to pick through everything you might find one or two gems here, I have bought a couple of things in the past as gifts, but on more than one occasion haven’t got any further than the door.

i lived in glasgow for 6 months just off byres road, and stumbled apon this shop on a day off. As described by the previous review things are left around in boxes, and piled up to the cieling, but i loved this. I loved the idea off nostalgic and lost memories just lieing there gathering dust in a box for someone to find. I did however pick up an item unpriced and he sold it to me for a bargain price! I was living there a few years ago now 7. blimey, but back then prices seemed reasonable and sometimes great! they had a raliegh chopper bike in great condition for £100 which sold fairly quick, then another apeared, same condtion, i went away to think about it, went back to get it and it also was gone. no more apeared in my time in glasgow! Prices of choppers now is crazy £300 plus! There are all the best decades on dissplay here, 60s 70s 80s you name it. there seemed to be a load of those 80s philips tv’s, that are like a space helmet, and the front slides down, all blach and red. So retro, and at £70 were a bargain. If you love travelling back in time, and rummaging through some amazing things this is the place for you! check it out. Its off byers road down a funny looking side street, there also a few other fantastic shops down there, which i shall review, including a restarant.

This so called antiques store is a car boot sale but without the bargains.
Everything is overpriced and nothing is cared for.
The stock lies all over the floor in random cardboard boxes, if an item is unlabelled they refuse to sell it to you — they will not price it for you. You cannot haggle or get a small discount for buying many items.
Don’t go here, go round the corner to Byres Road and look in the charity shops there and down the road in Partick instead.