Minus twenty two degrees. So fucking cold that I felt the need to write it out longhand. What’s that all about? Looks like it’s going to be another weekend of shutting the door and huddling round the radiator at Chez Palmer. I had harboured ambitions of catching a bit of footy at the weekend, however [...]
Posts under ‘Edinburgh’
Snow funny any mair
Right. I’m officially sick to the back teeth of snow. I mean, building snowmen, snowball fights and sledging are indeed endearing side effects of the current cold snap but quite frankly it’s gone on too long. I want a fucking inquiry into this. Temperatures are so low that our central heating is overwhelmed and just [...]
Rarer than a juggling monkey on a scooter
Yes indeed. That’s how rare posts on this here blog have become. I can’t believe I’ve not update since August. A lothas happened since then. Not much of it exciting. Mostly working, eating and in the case of the kids, growing. I’m finding that Twitter is stealing most of my good material from the blog [...]
On a wide variety of topics
Again, Twitter has inhibited my desire to write more frequently and freely on this blog. A lot of the more spontaneous situations I encounter tend to end up on there now instead of being stored up in my head and regurgitated on here later in the week. Hopefully, I’ll still manage to find the odd [...]
The tale of the old man and the Constitution Street body count
For a long time now, I’ve occassionally noticed an old man sitting at the bus stop in the mornings. Quite clearly beyond retirement age, he assumes his position in the bus shelter and watches the world go by. Over the last few weeks, it’s started to dawn on me that he isn’t actually heading anywhere. [...]
Conversation Overheard in a Leith Newsagent
I had no change for the bus this morning and had to pop into the newsagent next to the bus stop for an obligatory “change purchase”. Whilst standing in the queue, I witnessed the following conversation at the counter. The cast list Assistant 1: Middle aged lady, serving the customers. Assistant 2: Another member of [...]
Rebellious Scots To Crush
It’s well know that us Scots are a shower of separatist bastards. Always have been. A good old fashioned pain in the arse of anyone who has ever had the misfortune of trying to govern us. An Irish guy who I used to work with once told me that the Scots were the most divided, [...]
Where did all the time go?
Someone posted on my Facebook ‘Wall’ last night, saying that it must be about 18 years since they last saw me. They are probably right. What shocked me is that 18 years ago was 1991. I still think of 1991 as recent. It quite clearly isn’t. If you look back at photos from 1991 I [...]
Sleepless in Leith II
Last night was one of those nights when you just can’t get to sleep for trying. I should stress that the parentage of wee Alfie’s bairn was not the reason for my restlessness. Unfortunately, I can’t really pinpoint what was up last night. Most likely just a case of working away far too late on [...]
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 [...]
