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 [...]
Posts under ‘Musings’
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 [...]
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 [...]
“Hiya”, and other observations.
Sam has learned his first real word. “Hiya”. Usually it’s reserved for when he is speaking into a phone or remote control (both are long, vaguely rectangular and have buttons) but it’s becoming increasingly used as a greeting whenever he enters a room. At 5am this morning, I heard him stir in his cot. “He’ll [...]
A wasted journey and the clocks go back.
It seems like a while since I last posted. In reality, it’s only been a few days. I’ve been slightly uninspired. It happens. Sometimes it’s like a blogging brick wall has been built and you can’t break through it. Saturday saw me on a five hour round trip to see a Scottish Cup match which [...]
The Federation of Shite
Hmmm. Seems the aliens didn’t appear then. How disappointing. Or a load of shite. I for one believe that there are other life forms out there in space. After all, the sheer vastness of the place would make us slightly arrogant to believe that we are the best thing on offer. The civilisation which gave [...]
Writers, hoors and junkies
It seems that my writing was good enough for the Scottish Book Trust. My short story/memory piece “The Day The World Failed To End” has been added to their website. From reading the small print, any of these stories could be broadcast or printed in the future. Maybe this scrambled collection of poetic license, half [...]
Poofs, hoors and junkies – Part II
I never forget a face, but there are certain faces I’m more inclined to remember than others. In particular, I am inclined to remember the face of anyone who has called me a poof, a hoor, or a junkie. In fact, if someone has called me all three then they become lodged in the memory [...]
Cooger and Dark’s Pandemonium Shadow Show/End of an Era
I started reading Ray Bradbury’s “Something Wicked This Way Comes” yesterday. I’ve read it before and thoroughly enjoyed it but was inspired to read it again after watching a creative writing podcast where the author described it as one of the books which inspired him the most. It’s as brilliant as I remember it. Bradbury [...]
Too much Jibba Jabba
I’m very tired today. Last night was one of those nights where you mean to go to bed at 10pm but end up sitting up chatting. I eventually retired with a copy of Stephen King’s “It” at 11.40 and didn’t turn over to go to sleep until quarter past midnight. I was given a very [...]
