It’s been an interesting few days. I’ve had limited internet access so there have been no updates to this blog. We’ve been in Ireland visiting family. It was good to get away and see everybody. Unfortunately, the ludicrous weather hit Ireland as hard as it hit parts of England and our plans had to be [...]
Posts under ‘Daft stuff’
An old head on young shoulders and the Junkie Olympics
I never fail to be surprised in Leith when you see kids who look older than their years. There was a kid standing outside the newsagents this morning. I’d say he was only 14 but the look in his eyes made him look about 40. His trousers were all manky and looked like they hadn’t [...]
What are adverts teaching our kids?
I was sitting, bleary eyed, watching old re-runs of “Last of the Summer Wine” on UK Gold yesterday morning when an advert came on which just blew me away. I actually can’t remember the product now, but the basic premise is that a large, female penguin (I should add that this ad is animated) is [...]
Nipping out for a chug
I dropped down to Princes Street just now to pick up the remainder of my prescription and in the process must have been harassed about half a dozen times by people trying to give me leaflets for one thing or another. I know that tonight, I will also be harassed by the “Record PM” guys [...]
A new year, a concerned citizen and the shitey wee dugs of doom
My first post of 2009. I’m all Leeds United about posting. Excited that is for those who don’t do rhyming slang. I’ve not felt inspired to post this year. I’d love to get all deep and say that the prospect of 2009 and the credit crunch became too much for me and I couldn’t bring [...]
Hamellujah and the Corduroy Kid
Hamellujah: (Definition) A joyful exclamation, usually uttered after the successful transportation of cooked meats in difficult circumstances at Christmas time. I recently won a huge ham in a draw at work. I had no idea how big it was until I had to transport it home last night. Not only did I have to carry [...]
Thursday Thirteen
It’s been a while since I’ve done the Thursday Thirteen. With such a stooshy brewing up about the X Factor version of ‘Hallelujah’ and the campaign to bring Jeff Buckley’s classic version to number one instead, I’ve decided to do my thirteen favourite vocalists today. That’s favourite – not necessarily the vocalists who I think [...]
There’s a guy drinks in The Marksman swears he’s Elvis
I was on my way out to the airport yesterday in the car and passed along Duke Street in Leith. Standing outside The Marksman Bar having a fag was Elvis. Not THE Elvis. An impostor. He was standing there getting what looked like a Superking fag down his neck. All wig, shades and jumpsuit. In [...]
The oldest punk in Scotland and nae bran scones
I spent yesterday in East Kilbride. I’d never been there before yesterday and I am unlikely to be back. Actually it was Hairmyres rather than East Kilbride. Hairmyres sounds like a medical condition. – Doctor, my head is itching like mad. – I suspect you’ve got Hairmyres son. These tablets should clear it up. – [...]
Ten things I think are pish
Sleeper train journeys. Arriving after a sleeper train journey. Standing in my son’s cold pasta in my bare feet. Beggars who say (after you have passed them without donating) “You have a nice day sir”. You will not guilt trip me. Daily Record PM. Pish (pish has to be pish, doesn’t it?). Sitting down on [...]
