Tag: ADDRESS

Blogmet

They say you learn something new everyday. Yesterday was an exception as I lost count of the number of things I learned. Let me try and re-cap.

1. When arranging a blogmeet, provided the ADDRESS of the pub as well as the name. This will save at least two people getting lost (apologies to Peter and Corrinne).
2. Suggest everyone prints out a “blogcard” to save me scrabbling around for a piece of paper to jot down the attendees and their URLs (hat-tip to the very well organised Chameleon).
3. Don’t presume everyone reads the Scottish Blogs news page and EMAIL ALL previous attendees (apologies to Gunnella but thanks for turning up!)
4. Lots of other interesting things that will come to me once the fug of Guinness has cleared.

So, putting my guilt (points 1 and 3) aside, I can happily say that it was a great afternoon in the company of some lovely, intelligent and funny individuals. The fact that we were sharing part of the pub with a random assortment of fiddlers, a mandolin player and a couple of singers (one of whom did have a lovely voice), only added to the day.

As I mentioned to various people yesterday, I’m probably the worst person in the world to be organising these things given that I have such a terrible memory. It was with some relief that everyone who said they’d come along found the pub (eventually) and seemed to have a good time. Who attended? You ask. Well, and I’ll try and do this in order of “appearance”, I spent the afternoon with:

Some photos have appeared already, and there will be more here soon.

Another good day hanging out in the pub with “strangers that you kinda know”. What an odd hobby we share yet how rewarding it is. Many thanks to everyone who came along, see you in Edinburgh for the next one!

Not only..

My Gran was kept in hospital for the last couple of nights, precautionary measure as she’s doing fine. Not sure when she’ll get out though.

Back from the doctor’s myself having had the stitches removed from my back, a little raw still but feels a lot better.

And in a nice bit of juxtaposition, whilst I stood waiting at the chemists to pick up a prescription I spotted Punch and Judy toothpaste, although it looks a lot different now than it did when I were a lad, it was something I used to be “allowed” at my Gran’s house. It’s strawberry flavoured toothpaste aimed at kids. And yes I almost bought a tube.

Aside from that not a lot going on, working at home today and tomorrow, and spent a fair portion of last night going through the archives adding titles. God, I used to post some real crap but I won’t delete or edit it, although the temptation is high! (and yes I realise that a lot of you consider my current posts as pretty crap as well so you can just keep your sarcastic comments to yourself!)

Whilst I remember, I’d like to take a moment to point out, again, that the views expressed here are mine, and whilst I encourage you to disagree with them I’m really not looking for heavy handed patronising debate. I hold a very few fixed viewpoints, the rest are dependant on many many factors and can only be best judged by those involved in the circumstance. I post here at my whim and fancy, and base a lot of that on what I read elsewhere. I am not a journalist nor ever hope to be one. I offer my take on things, and welcome those with better insight and knowledge who wish to make comment. If you just want to pass judgement then trust me, I don’t really care. Disagree with my views all you like, but please don’t patronise. Ohh and LEAVE A VALID EMAIL ADDRESS NEXT TIME!!!!!

Yours, disgruntled and hacked off AGAIN,

Gordon McLean

Loon

Yesterday I received an email from a friend, who lives in London, asking me, amongst other things if I was working today. Here is the ‘abbreviated’ email exchange:

K: Whereabouts is your office in Glasgow?
Me: Near the Casino on the river – next door to BT office.. why?
K: Casino in Glasgow? I know where the BT office is, what is the address?
Me: [OFFICE ADDRESS DELETED] WHY!!!!!!!
K: Are you in the office tomorrow?
Me: Yes. Stop teasing and tell me why!
K: You will find out tomorrow.
Me: It’s nothing that would get me sacked… right?
K: Depends how strict your boss is…
Me: Hmmmm deeply suspicious….
K: However it might be an idea for you to drive to work tomorrow, now that I think about it.

So it was with great apprehension that I walked round to reception to pick up this mysterious parcel (fingers were crossed that he’d won the lottery and bought me a Mercedes-Benz 500SL).

Turns out he does read this site now and again.

Cheers mate!