Jim White, him aff the telly, walking along Gordon Street (yes, it’s true, I have a street named after me). I think he’s lost weight.
(And isn’t that a bizarre set of photos, what’s that all about Mr.Murdoch?)
Two young boys at the window of Silks ‘n’ Secrets, our local sex shop, giggling whilst pointing at the toys: “Nooo waaayyyyyy maaannnnn!” one remarked in that lovely, melodic, Glasgow ned twang.
A tall, very attractive, blonde lady in front of me in the queue at the sandwich shop. As she walks off, cue that shared look, between myself and the male cashier, that says: “Well you wouldn’t kick her out of bed, would you”.
Me, walking back to the office, composing this post in my head.
