Day Eighty-Three: My face ain’t looking any younger
Shes gone..shes gone…I better learn how to face it. (more…)
Day Seventy-Four: Bring me sunshine
Welll….just over a week to go for this Movember malarkey: (more…)
Day Sixty-Nine: Every little earthquake
Two days in a row?
Why, as Malcolm Tucker might say; “Oh Mr Ambassador, with your baldy head you are really spoiling us”
Couple of incidents of interest today, first of all, you know that I like my geeky things so it wont surprise you to know Im on twitter. You can follow me here and here.
Anyhoos, I follow a lot of nonsense, I like to get a constant supply of Charlie Brooker rants as it keeps me in fresh chat (boohoo Shug, boohoo!!) and keep an eye on certain things. I noticed today that Little Boots was getting a bit upset about people calling her fat on the internet. Thats just harsh isn’t it?
The lassie is ever so ickle, if she was fat you’d really notice, shes been on the road for quite a while and give her a few weeks, she’ll be back to what some folk call normal…but she was on Never Mind The Buzzcocks last week and she was pretty decent! I don’t know, if you’re going to call folk fat, save it for the ones who genuinely are.
Like me!
Yes, it was back at the Paisley football tonight and Fatty McCourt was doing his best to stop his team from winning. The way the teams lined up, one side were predominantly packed with runners (not my team) so getting a draw out of the game was no small feat but we had chances to win it, so that was annoying. Need to keep on top of it, my passing is still there but everything else is hanging on for grim life. I’m still better than Heid and Hoof though.
That wasn’t the biggest thing of the Paisley trip though, the train journey there was quite eventful. For those in the know, its a ten minute trip from Central to Gilmour Street but in that time, not only was there a bloke smoking, there was a lassie throwing up over the seats.
I thought that was going to be the low point of the journey but it was trumped by a young romantic with the name Barryboy. Even though the lassie was clearly not comatose and a bit worse for wear, Barry was still firing in there, “gies your number hen, gonnae?” The girl, in quite a daze to be fair, got her phone out of her bag and proceeded to pass it on – haha, wait till the phone calls start coming tomorrow!
Barry saved the best for last though, “I was gonnae try and get you to gies a winch but you’ve puked up. Mind you, Ive got some chewing gum, do you want some.”
Classy….and I wonder why Im single, I just need to change my tactics – chewing gum and spewing girls, thats the plan….I’m meant to be going for a quiet pint in the West End on Friday…..may divert the boys up to Framptons at the end of the night!!
Okay, as I have been a bit negligent in my duties of late, I am going to leave you with not one but TWO videos.
The first track is ‘Cornerstone’ by the Arctic Monkeys, new single just out and its probably my favourite track on ‘Humbug’. I know its in the red shed but I’m looking forward to next weeks gig:
And as for the next video…don’t have a clue what’s going on but that’s not really a concern, enjoy:
Day Sixty-Eight: Is it getting heavy?
Well…..long time no speak, how you all doing? (more…)
Day Sixty-Three: I moustache you a question
Patrick….you see I’m growing a moustache (more…)
Day Sixty-One: Did you hang his picture on your wall?
Moustaches are crap (more…)
Day Fifty-Nine: Spin the wheel of justice
Even though it has been bonfire night (more…)
Day Fifty-Four: Keep a little here just to keep you in beer
Well, he has finally did it. (more…)
Day Fifty-One: Well I dreamed I saw the knights in armour coming..
Britain is in the flush of a new gold rush (more…)
Day Fifty: The Snooty, Weep and ShoeBo Show
I’ve had the pleasure of working with some characters in my time. (more…)
