Harissa Paste

Picture the scene, if you will, of a dashing and debonair young man, slim of body with flowing locks of blonde hair framing his sculptured face as he lounges gracefully on a chaise lounge. Soft music plays in the background, whilst the delicate fragrances of dinner waft from the kitchen. A tranquil scene I’m sure you’ll agree. Now picture the exact opposite, a slovenly baw-faced guy slouching in front of the TV, his belt undone, his thinning hair needing cut, his face unshaven. That pretty much sums me up at the moment, but then it’s been a busy weekend. Friday night found me dashing into Glasgow to catch Elbow at the ABC. Doors opened at 6pm the ticket said, something …

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Light Drizzzzle

Ick. What a horrible day. Solid grey sky, walls of drizzle, faded light. Mind you, it might just be that the office windows need cleaned. ~ Is it acknowledgement or acknowledgment? ~ My nephew has gotten himself a tattoo. A large tattoo which reaches down his upper arm to below short sleeve level (just). It would be awfully hypocritical for us to suggest he doesn’t get any more but I am slightly concerned about how future employers will view them. ~ Crapola. Bloglines is down. Now I don’t even have a diversion, I’ve got to work!! Nooooooo….. ~ Popped in to see my parents last night, they’d been down to York and stopped in at Alnwick on the way back. …

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No Photos

One advantage of driving about at 3 a.m., or than the fact there are hardly any other cars on the road, is seeing things you wouldn’t normally. Like the 3 young foxes playing on the grass verge, or the weather. Yes, the weather. Driving back to Dumbarton we came across a fog bank, hovering about 15 feet off the ground, about halfway up the street lights. It was amazing to see, this glowing cloud, lowering the sky to just above our heads. Just wish I’d had my camera., my words don’t do it justice. Nature is pretty damn awesome, ain’t it. In other news, having just flicked on the TV I would just like to say. BOY, am I glad …

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Mistaken

You’re unique, right? I’m mean there is only one Gordon McLean on the planet, right? RIGHT? Wrong. OK so I knew that, as amazingly unique as I am (and BOY am I ever unique) that somewhere there would be another Gordon McLean. However it is a bit weird (or spooky as my Mother would say) that one of the other Gordon McLeans is a friend of someone who’s website I visit almost daily. There’s some kind of weird blogger generated cosmic force at work here folks, mark my words.

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