I got dragged out shopping tonight. Dragged. There was some muttering about "no bloody football on" or somesuch but I couldn't really make out what she was saying. She really must learn to stop gritting her teeth. AND Someone asked me for a suggestion for a quiet pub in Glasgow. I spent quite a while
Between the World Cup, Wimbledon and my re-found interest in Football Manager (the game), not to mention to site designs and the ever present gardening requirements, I find myself going through phases of intense effort then flip-flopping into complete and utter apathy. It's most odd. One minute I'm completing long overdue tasks, the next I'm
Just thought I'd take a moment out from the... erm... usual "schedule" (that's a laugh) to thank each and every one of you who visits this site. Whether you comment or not, I DO appreciate you taking the time. I do try and make time to visit the sites of those who comment, and it's
I have jogged. I did jog. I used to jog on occasion. Not often though, but that was mainly due to shin splints which hurt like buggery and ultimately put me off the venture each time I try it... now that may be down to my weight, bad form and technique, the wrong trainers, or
Saturday morning, and a new coffee house in Hamilton. Nice and spacious, classy decor and an interesting menu. Unfortunately the coffee wasn't up to much and the slice of apple pie that we shared was dry and spongey. Back to our regular haunt, Crema, next time. A wander round the shops, some shocking treatment in
All my troubles seemed so faaarr awaaayyyyy... Ahhh what a great song that is.. such wonderful melancholy. But I'm not. Quite happy as it turns out. Why so? Read on, dear reader, read on. My darling wife turned *coughsplutter* yesterday, her brother came over for dinner, and my parents came over later on and we
Solstice. Apples. Metro. Empathy. Remix. Honey. PandoraFM. Rules. Castle. I could go on of course. But I won't. Too busy ya see. Funny how it comes in circles. One minute quiet. The next busy. Mustn't complain though. Bad form if you do. Then what? Reputation erodes, interest dies. Not good. So always happy. Always accomodating.
Around midnight last night, as I was heading to bed, I noticed the sky was still light. Not all of it, just the small portion chasing the sun. The sky was clear, and I stood there in our back bedroom admiring nature with a silent awe. I slowly shifted my gaze upwards from the daylight
I wonder if Dire Straits would have been as famous if they had called their song that... Value for money, and the chicks are free... and entirely different proposition. Thanks to all for some wonderful suggestions on how to spend &10. Ohh and I see some people have posted similar on their website, have I
If you only had £10, what would you order? Rules 1. Must be ordered online. 2. Post and packaging cannot take the total spend over £10. 3. Must be able to deliver to UK. 4. ANYTHING goes.
To say that nothing of note has happened recently would be a lie, to be more accurate nothing of note THAT I CAN MENTION HERE has happened, entirely different things. So, what CAN I talk about? And more to the point what have I mentioned in passing that I've forgotten about .. honestly, my memory..
The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger Excellent. A simple enough story, about a husband who randomly time travels and his wife, which takes you through their relationship and various events in their life and not once stoops to patronise or indulge itself. Once you get used to the format — every chapter starts with
Like most people over the years the things that I value, the things that make me happy, have changed. Despite appearances to the contrary here — specifically my gadget lust — I'm not particularly materialistic these days. I used to be much MUCH worse. Whilst I was never particularly fussy about labels, I was certainly
It's a difficult time of year to remain focussed. As I walk to work I look up at the blue sky, enjoying the morning sun on my face, and ponder the greater things of life. Why am I here? What is it like to be a seagull? Like that one flying overhead right now... what's
Friday evening. Beer, pizza and the opening game of the World Cup. Saturday morning, a quick trip into Hamilton in the morning then off to Ashton Lane in the afternoon. Of the two beer gardens we chose the wrong one, completely and utterly chock-a-block. Still, it's nice to have a cold beer (Budvar) or five