Cheeky wee turned on it’s head Wonderstuff reference there for anyone old enough to remember or care. Never was a man more appropriately named than Miles Hunt but that’s another story for another day (specifically a day when we are discussing the Livingston Forum gig circa 1992). Anyway, lets get this post back on track. [...]
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Boo
Me Audioboo-ing about the ‘boadies’. Do I sound like Taggart? Listen! Tweet This Post Bookmark It
Shaking with rage
I spend a lot of time on this blog railing against one perceived grievance or another. Most of it is purely for comedic value. Whilst I often claim to be ‘shaking with rage’, I very rarely am. Until last night that is. Living where we do, we have experienced major disruption at the hands of [...]
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 [...]
No Russian word for ‘bawbags’ and tram dickage extraordinaire
Every so often I just feel the need to vent. Today is one of those days. It seems that everything is conspiring to bug me today, from call centre queueing systems to Edinburgh tram workers. Not that the tram workers are ever really out of my ‘anger spectrum’, but some days even they surpass themselves [...]
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, [...]
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 [...]
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 bumfluff moustache as an art form
It’s a known fact that Leith has more bumfluff moustaches per head of the population than anywhere else in the world other than Iraq. I was entertained by one this morning whilst at the bus stop. Two ned type gentlemen were in the process of giving each other “deid airms” when a wasp from a [...]
