Happy New Year!

Another year wiser and another excuse to compile a series of lists and memories. In many respects it's been the best and worst of years, but two events tip it firmly in the favour of "years to forget". More on that later, let's get the really important stuff out of the road first. Best of

No rest

Lovely Christmas day, tempered with more bad news in the evening (more later but I'm not dwelling on it now). Delicious dinner, ate too much, drank enough to destroy my liver several times over and got some rather nice pressies as well. Yesterday was spent in the company of friends, inventing cocktails, playing board games

Crimbo Humour

Certainly not original but tickled my funny bone. A little. Things you can only say during Christmas: I prefer breasts to legs Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist. Smother the butter all over the breasts! If I don't undo my trousers, I'll burst! I've never seen a better spread! I'm in the mood

Soundtrack your life

Every now and then I find myself thinking (I hesitate to call it planning) out blog posts whilst wandering around. This is no exception and, as you'll find if you read on, I do seem to wax lyrical a tad. No excuse or pardon is requested, just a forewarning. This gets a bit... esoteric? For

A letter of complaint

I'll probably re-visit this post later, but I'll post it as is for the moment. I've been an Orange customer, on and off for over ten years (the longest I spent away from them was for one year). I've always been happy with the tariffs and offers, less so with the reception but it's never

Not from Sveeden

Last night, which kinda snuck up on me, saw me and a few thousand others bopping along to all those wonderful old Abba hits. Yes that's right. Abba. Or, more accurately, the tribute band Björn Again were in town. I've seen them once before, almost 15 years ago now, when they played a gig at

The F Word

Seems that Mr. Ramsay is in the papers again - no such thing as bad press, right? - for showing the deaths of six turkeys. For once I happened to have watched the show, and can admit that it was a bit of a shock (geddit!!). For those who aren't aware, Gordon Ramsay and his

Matchsticks

There is nothing better than lying, slightly bedraggled and hungover, on the couch all day watching crap TV and classic movies like Clash of the Titans. I'd forgotten just how spectacularly bad the latter was, although to be fair to the actors it can't have been easy to work with that dialogue. Fantastically awful, I

Ho ho … meh

This week has flown in (...what an odd phrase that is. From where, pray tell, has the week arrived and couldn't it have walked or cycled or something?), I can barely believe that it's Thursday today and tomorrow heralds the auspicious event that is our company night out. The US-based staff have been flown in,

Help me get drunk

My first ever drink in a pub (the same pub I celebrated my 18th birthday in after drinking there for about a year...) was a pint of "heavy" (80 shilling) and that remained my tipple of choice for many years, bar the occasional Newcastle Brown or a lager on warmer days. Ohh and for the

Everlong

Hello? HELLO!! Sorry, my ears are still ringing. Fuck me, that band are loud. They are also quiet when needed, funny, engaging, and very energetic. And that's just the front man. More to come, but first.... Ranty bit Rock Steady security. What a jumped up bunch of oiks they are. In the queue at the

Live music

It's getting close to the end of the year and the first 'best of' lists have begun to surface. I'm a huge fan of such lists because of my constant belief that I've missed some cultural zeitgeist or other, so much so that I am currently running about a year behind everyone else in a

Prison Blog

I received an email, to Scottish Blogs, the other day asking for some help with a fairly unique blog. If you are interested let me know and I'll pass on your details: I am going to prison on 20th dec to continue a sentence for a road traffic offence, I expect to be there for