To the tune of Hotel California.....
On a cold winter's evening
some metal bands to go see
parked the car 'cross the river
took a stroll to the SECC
As we got closer
A driving beat we could hear
I thought to myself at this point
Could be louder than I could bear
When we stepped in the place
The smell of food all around
Said to the kids I need to stuff my face
So the burger van we found
3 Quarter pounders did the trick
and 3 pints – 2 of coke
Just the 1 for me dont wanna be sick....
Welcome to the loudest gig for ages
Such a noisy place
Such a noisy place
Your ears will bleed at the loudest gig in ages
And your neck'll be sore, couldn't ask for more
The support band weren't much fun
Just a noise to me and Gem
Craig was lovin' it – he wasn't glum
And still I'm thinking this is too loud
Might hear again by the middle of the night
I can still hear them sing
Welcome to the loudest gig for ages
Such a noisy place
Such a noisy place
Your ears will bleed at the loudest gig in ages
And your neck'll be sore, couldn't ask for more
Friday, 10 December 2010
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Christmas
Time for a seasonal update on the ol' blog I thought to myself the other day – so here it is.
I was out shopping at the weekend – wandering through the streets and shops of a wee town along with all the other Christmas shoppers but something was tugging at my thoughts when I looked at the other shoppers....and I couldn't quite work out what it was until today.
I was happy and having fun.
I wasn't buying that much – having gotten the kids presents earlier – but the whole experience was light-hearted and fun.
I have to say I was shopping with a friend and I think that made the day what it was. The chat and the songs (generally the same one as it got stuck in my head – sorry Lindsay) made the day. The checkout operators and shop assistants we met were all smiling and didn't seem to mind my tuneless singing (I still think of it as singing).
It put me in mind of past Christmases when the kids were much younger and the mere act of buying and wrapping the presents – knowing the enjoyment it would bring – made you feel.....well how can I put it without sounding sappy......'warm and fuzzy' (failed on the sappy sounding front).
This time of year can be stressful for a number of reasons – be it thoughts of friends and relatives no longer with us, or the stress of how much everything is as well as any other number of reasons.
Stop.
If you take a minute, hour or day and think about why you are doing what you are doing, about the people you are doing it for, about the smiles, the thanks and the warm feeling you know you will have on Christmas morning, then that is why we do it.
I got that feeling early this year and I am truly thankful for it.
I was out shopping at the weekend – wandering through the streets and shops of a wee town along with all the other Christmas shoppers but something was tugging at my thoughts when I looked at the other shoppers....and I couldn't quite work out what it was until today.
I was happy and having fun.
I wasn't buying that much – having gotten the kids presents earlier – but the whole experience was light-hearted and fun.
I have to say I was shopping with a friend and I think that made the day what it was. The chat and the songs (generally the same one as it got stuck in my head – sorry Lindsay) made the day. The checkout operators and shop assistants we met were all smiling and didn't seem to mind my tuneless singing (I still think of it as singing).
It put me in mind of past Christmases when the kids were much younger and the mere act of buying and wrapping the presents – knowing the enjoyment it would bring – made you feel.....well how can I put it without sounding sappy......'warm and fuzzy' (failed on the sappy sounding front).
This time of year can be stressful for a number of reasons – be it thoughts of friends and relatives no longer with us, or the stress of how much everything is as well as any other number of reasons.
Stop.
If you take a minute, hour or day and think about why you are doing what you are doing, about the people you are doing it for, about the smiles, the thanks and the warm feeling you know you will have on Christmas morning, then that is why we do it.
I got that feeling early this year and I am truly thankful for it.
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
1.21 Gigawatts!
I bought a car last month mainly so I could go and pick up my kids and bring them through to see me more often. As its an oldish car it has a tape player. As I don't use it that often I keep forgetting to change it with the CD player that I have.
When I drive the car around Glasgow, I listen to Rock Radio (96.3) and all is good.
However...
When I go and pick the kids up (or head down to Ayr) I leave the broadcast area and I have to resort to the tape player.
I have 1 tape.
The 1 tape in question is Dire Straits – Brothers in Arms.
I have listened to this so often now, I am starting to think back to the time I bought it and all the things that happened that year....
1985
I was working in the Department of Health and Social Security (DHSS) which in real-terms meant I handed giro's out to people everyday. I was a CO at the time having started the previous month during the Miner's strike.
The job sucked. Being swore at everyday in your job is just not what you call 'job satisfaction'. The good part to the job was that I worked in Portobello (wait for it – that's not the good bit) and that the office was described as a Social Club with an office attached.
I learned how to curl (curling is a great sport) took part in a pantomime as Bobby Spewing (we ripped the micky out of Dallas and I was knocked down by a Sinclair C5) and generally had a great time – before 9am and after 4pm. The bit in the middle was work.
I was playing rugby and cricket for Musselburgh in those days although I didn't really play either very well. I was a very fast athlete in those days (don't laugh) but couldn't tackle a fish supper!
The summer that year I remember as being a scorcher! Great for cricket! After 7 hours playing at the Top Park, Lewisvale, it was down to the Hole in the Wa' for several ales and eventually a fish supper (which I was able to tackle) and a stagger home.
I was really looking forward to Live Aid in July and left explicit instructions that my sister should wake me before 12 so that I could watch Status Quo start the whole thing off. She did wake me by saying “That's Status Quo on”
The minx!
Watched a bit of it and then off to play cricket. I remember catching a bit of Queen when we got to the pub and then recording Led Zep when I got home...and watching it through a drunken haze.
We at the MCC (Musselburgh Cricket Club) were huge supporters of the West Indies and that summer you would hear us shouting in mock West Indian accents “You gotta learn to bowl the slower ball man” and other phrases.....(you had to be there)
It was a year when Paul Hardcastle had a huge hit with N-n-n-n-n-n-n-Nineteen and Back to the Future was a box office smash.......
What else happened in 1985?
January
The first British mobile phone call is made by Ernie Wise to Vodafone.
February
After 6-1/2 years, the television series The Dukes of Hazzard goes off the air.
March
The first episode of popular soap Neighbours airs on Australian TV.
April
New Coke, a marketing disaster is introduced.
May
56 spectators die when a flash fire strikes a football ground during a match in Bradford, England.
June
Route 66 ceases to be an official highway.
July
The Live Aid benefit concert takes place in London and Philadelphia, as well as other venues such as Sydney and Moscow.
August
Japan Airlines Flight 123, a Boeing 747 jumbo jet, crashes into Mount Ogura in Gunma Prefecture Japan killing 520 in the world's worst single-plane air disaster. Four people miraculously survive.
September
Steve Jobs resigns from Apple Computer.
October
The "Achille Lauro" is hijacked by Palestinian terrorists.
November
According to ancient aztec mythology, the future saviour of the world would be born on this date. (Anyone know anyone born on this date????)
December
Shakin Stevens has the Christmas No. 1
Now I remember where I got the title of this blog from......
When I drive the car around Glasgow, I listen to Rock Radio (96.3) and all is good.
However...
When I go and pick the kids up (or head down to Ayr) I leave the broadcast area and I have to resort to the tape player.
I have 1 tape.
The 1 tape in question is Dire Straits – Brothers in Arms.
I have listened to this so often now, I am starting to think back to the time I bought it and all the things that happened that year....
1985
I was working in the Department of Health and Social Security (DHSS) which in real-terms meant I handed giro's out to people everyday. I was a CO at the time having started the previous month during the Miner's strike.
The job sucked. Being swore at everyday in your job is just not what you call 'job satisfaction'. The good part to the job was that I worked in Portobello (wait for it – that's not the good bit) and that the office was described as a Social Club with an office attached.
I learned how to curl (curling is a great sport) took part in a pantomime as Bobby Spewing (we ripped the micky out of Dallas and I was knocked down by a Sinclair C5) and generally had a great time – before 9am and after 4pm. The bit in the middle was work.
I was playing rugby and cricket for Musselburgh in those days although I didn't really play either very well. I was a very fast athlete in those days (don't laugh) but couldn't tackle a fish supper!
The summer that year I remember as being a scorcher! Great for cricket! After 7 hours playing at the Top Park, Lewisvale, it was down to the Hole in the Wa' for several ales and eventually a fish supper (which I was able to tackle) and a stagger home.
I was really looking forward to Live Aid in July and left explicit instructions that my sister should wake me before 12 so that I could watch Status Quo start the whole thing off. She did wake me by saying “That's Status Quo on”
The minx!
Watched a bit of it and then off to play cricket. I remember catching a bit of Queen when we got to the pub and then recording Led Zep when I got home...and watching it through a drunken haze.
We at the MCC (Musselburgh Cricket Club) were huge supporters of the West Indies and that summer you would hear us shouting in mock West Indian accents “You gotta learn to bowl the slower ball man” and other phrases.....(you had to be there)
It was a year when Paul Hardcastle had a huge hit with N-n-n-n-n-n-n-Nineteen and Back to the Future was a box office smash.......
What else happened in 1985?
January
The first British mobile phone call is made by Ernie Wise to Vodafone.
February
After 6-1/2 years, the television series The Dukes of Hazzard goes off the air.
March
The first episode of popular soap Neighbours airs on Australian TV.
April
New Coke, a marketing disaster is introduced.
May
56 spectators die when a flash fire strikes a football ground during a match in Bradford, England.
June
Route 66 ceases to be an official highway.
July
The Live Aid benefit concert takes place in London and Philadelphia, as well as other venues such as Sydney and Moscow.
August
Japan Airlines Flight 123, a Boeing 747 jumbo jet, crashes into Mount Ogura in Gunma Prefecture Japan killing 520 in the world's worst single-plane air disaster. Four people miraculously survive.
September
Steve Jobs resigns from Apple Computer.
October
The "Achille Lauro" is hijacked by Palestinian terrorists.
November
According to ancient aztec mythology, the future saviour of the world would be born on this date. (Anyone know anyone born on this date????)
December
Shakin Stevens has the Christmas No. 1
Now I remember where I got the title of this blog from......
Monday, 22 November 2010
Life is a Minestrone
I disagree.
Life is a rollercoaster. Period.
It was Mr Williams who sang
'You gotta get high before you taste the lows'
and I believe there is a certain truth in that statement. I feel you do appreciate the highs even more if you still have the feelings associated with the lows. It makes them even higher (if you know what I mean) and that feeling can be the best feeling in the world.
Conversely, if they occur the other way round – its bad. Real Bad. Bottom of the world bad.
It was only recently that I got my ticket and waited in line for the rollercoaster.
I have been on it now and experienced the sensations that both extremes bring and it has made me realise that my life for the past few years was flat, boring and uneventful.
I dont want to get off.
Life is a rollercoaster. Period.
It was Mr Williams who sang
'You gotta get high before you taste the lows'
and I believe there is a certain truth in that statement. I feel you do appreciate the highs even more if you still have the feelings associated with the lows. It makes them even higher (if you know what I mean) and that feeling can be the best feeling in the world.
Conversely, if they occur the other way round – its bad. Real Bad. Bottom of the world bad.
It was only recently that I got my ticket and waited in line for the rollercoaster.
I have been on it now and experienced the sensations that both extremes bring and it has made me realise that my life for the past few years was flat, boring and uneventful.
I dont want to get off.
Friday, 12 November 2010
I was bored waiting for the train....
I'm sitting in a railway station
Got a ticket for my destinationnnnn
Got to be at work by 10
Switch on my PC and think I'll then
Go for a coffee and a bacon roll
What to put on it, I think I know
Broooon Sauce
Its gotta be
Broooon Sauce
Broooon, like they do in Embra
Broooon, they don't do it in Glesga
Broooon, it was made to accompany
Sausage and bacon
Got a ticket for my destinationnnnn
Got to be at work by 10
Switch on my PC and think I'll then
Go for a coffee and a bacon roll
What to put on it, I think I know
Broooon Sauce
Its gotta be
Broooon Sauce
Broooon, like they do in Embra
Broooon, they don't do it in Glesga
Broooon, it was made to accompany
Sausage and bacon
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Biking
I love biking but heard something yesterday that highlighted the dangers of it. More of that later.
I think its the feeling of being in the open whilst travelling at fast speeds combined with the element of danger (for the same reason).
I also love the feeling of jumping on the bike and heading out with no destination in mind and seeing where I end up. I know I can do this in a car as well but its just not the same feeling of freedom.
Last year after I was made redundant, I took off on the bike for day-trips to different parts of Scotland. In practice this generally meant Perthshire – a place a really love.
The boring parts were having to be on the motorway to get near my destination, but once within 20 miles or so it was onto A and B roads and that where the fun starts. Gliding round corners, the odd burst of speed to overtake, thats where the fun is. That and the feeling of the air rushing by you and the feel of the sun beating down on you.
I did think there was something missing though, but couldn't put my finger on it.
I found out what this was when I was sitting outside the Loch Tummel Inn one fine afternoon enjoying the view and the local hospitality. A young biker appeared and sat next to me and we had a great chat about biking in Scotland and the area in general.
When he was leaving he put on his iPod and then his helmet and at that point I realised what was missing from my biking experience – music!
Now I do the same, and the feeling is complete!
Of course there are also bad points to biking – getting caught in a downpour and the road turning into a river. At that point you have to slow down or even stop as its not worth the risk. Pedestrians are another nuisance. They dont pay attention to the highway code and often run across the road without looking...Grrrr
The twice I have come off the bike were linked to those events.
The first was when the road was soaked and I was on a roundabout. I was going round to the '9 o'clock' exit (three-quarters of the way round) and as I got to my exit a tweaked the throttle to bring me back upright and the back wheel simply slid away.
I remember thinking 'hold onto the bike and spin round' as I there was a car right behind me. I lay there on the road looking up at the car which had thankfully stopped, with the lady who was driving cramming both hands into her mouth and a look of shock on her face.
Fortunately I was unhurt but the brand-new chrome exhaust I had just fitted was scrapped!!!
I was a wee bit shaky after that for a couple of weeks then settled down again.
This was on my Yamaha 250cc Virago – a lovely bike.
Recently I bought another Yamaha but this time a 535cc bike with a wee bit more power :-)
As was recounted on Facebook recently, I was filtering down the outside of a line of stationary traffic when some kids ran out in front of me. Ibraked, skidded and came off but thankfully missed all of the kids. Left me with a very sore left side though!
Yesterday.
Yesterday I heard about a friend of mine and colleague who was out on her bike at the weekend. It appears she was riding correctly when a boy - being chased by the police - ran across the road. She is in hospital and has head and leg injuries and we are all waiting to see how she is. Fingers crossed for a full and speedy recovery for both my friend and the boy.
I think its the feeling of being in the open whilst travelling at fast speeds combined with the element of danger (for the same reason).
I also love the feeling of jumping on the bike and heading out with no destination in mind and seeing where I end up. I know I can do this in a car as well but its just not the same feeling of freedom.
Last year after I was made redundant, I took off on the bike for day-trips to different parts of Scotland. In practice this generally meant Perthshire – a place a really love.
The boring parts were having to be on the motorway to get near my destination, but once within 20 miles or so it was onto A and B roads and that where the fun starts. Gliding round corners, the odd burst of speed to overtake, thats where the fun is. That and the feeling of the air rushing by you and the feel of the sun beating down on you.
I did think there was something missing though, but couldn't put my finger on it.
I found out what this was when I was sitting outside the Loch Tummel Inn one fine afternoon enjoying the view and the local hospitality. A young biker appeared and sat next to me and we had a great chat about biking in Scotland and the area in general.
When he was leaving he put on his iPod and then his helmet and at that point I realised what was missing from my biking experience – music!
Now I do the same, and the feeling is complete!
Of course there are also bad points to biking – getting caught in a downpour and the road turning into a river. At that point you have to slow down or even stop as its not worth the risk. Pedestrians are another nuisance. They dont pay attention to the highway code and often run across the road without looking...Grrrr
The twice I have come off the bike were linked to those events.
The first was when the road was soaked and I was on a roundabout. I was going round to the '9 o'clock' exit (three-quarters of the way round) and as I got to my exit a tweaked the throttle to bring me back upright and the back wheel simply slid away.
I remember thinking 'hold onto the bike and spin round' as I there was a car right behind me. I lay there on the road looking up at the car which had thankfully stopped, with the lady who was driving cramming both hands into her mouth and a look of shock on her face.
Fortunately I was unhurt but the brand-new chrome exhaust I had just fitted was scrapped!!!
I was a wee bit shaky after that for a couple of weeks then settled down again.
This was on my Yamaha 250cc Virago – a lovely bike.
Recently I bought another Yamaha but this time a 535cc bike with a wee bit more power :-)
As was recounted on Facebook recently, I was filtering down the outside of a line of stationary traffic when some kids ran out in front of me. Ibraked, skidded and came off but thankfully missed all of the kids. Left me with a very sore left side though!
Yesterday.
Yesterday I heard about a friend of mine and colleague who was out on her bike at the weekend. It appears she was riding correctly when a boy - being chased by the police - ran across the road. She is in hospital and has head and leg injuries and we are all waiting to see how she is. Fingers crossed for a full and speedy recovery for both my friend and the boy.
Monday, 8 November 2010
Strange feeling today
This is something different for me. I normally like to write upbeat fun blogs, but no matter how hard I try today its not going to happen. The fact that I have the urge to write means that I want to write something - but its just not what I normally write.
Why is this I wonder.
I had a good weekend -
Friday night started slowly but pleasantly. Some beer, music and surfing. I was quite enjoying myself. The about 9:30 or so I thought I would watch a movie. The one I chose was called Suck (A Vampire/comedy/rock movie). Its the kind of movie that you can just sit back and have a giggle without putting too much thought into it.
Then my phone rang about 10 and for the next 4 hours I had a fun and sometimes deep conversation with someone I had started chatting to online. It was a rollercoaster conversation and the low points meant that the high points were even more enjoyable. Finally to bed at 2am and an all too brief sleep.
Saturday was a yuk-type day. Rain and well.......more rain.
Off to the Rock Radio office to pick up my prize (beer and a CD) and then back in time to get changed and then head out to meet my dad. Strangely, when I got back I felt compelled to check my messages to see there had been any contact from my caller from the previous night. Not like me, as I had very little time in which to do anything, but I just had to check.
There was, and quick messages were sent (one from the train on the way in to meet my dad).
After that it was a great afternoon chatting with my dad and we had a good laugh together whilst watching football and then the rugby.
Following that he caught the train back home and I adjourned to the Solid Rock bar before heading up to the gig (Monsters of Mock) later that evening. My mate Alan caught up with me in there and we had a blast and a great chat after (although I was a bit deaf from the music).
Late home then and that meant late up on Sunday.
Nothing planned for Sunday except a bit of cleaning and ironing - I hadn't even planned to get dressed. Listening to music and on the laptop I was surprised to find out that the girl I had been chatting to on Friday night was mutual friend with a guy I grew up with. Very strange.
I had just decided to go out for a spin on the bike for 30 mins when on the spur of the moment I decided to meet the girl in question. So no bike (too dark for riding on the way home) just the car.
We had a great time, nice meal and lots of laughs. I stayed longer than I thought I would but it was worth it to get back late (and I stuck to the speed limit all the way home lol).
Today then is a mystery. Why do I feel flat?
I love my job and normally 'spring' into work on a Monday (well maybe after a strong coffee) but something is missing today and I cant quite put my finger on it.
Maybe an early night will do the trick......we'll see.
Why is this I wonder.
I had a good weekend -
Friday night started slowly but pleasantly. Some beer, music and surfing. I was quite enjoying myself. The about 9:30 or so I thought I would watch a movie. The one I chose was called Suck (A Vampire/comedy/rock movie). Its the kind of movie that you can just sit back and have a giggle without putting too much thought into it.
Then my phone rang about 10 and for the next 4 hours I had a fun and sometimes deep conversation with someone I had started chatting to online. It was a rollercoaster conversation and the low points meant that the high points were even more enjoyable. Finally to bed at 2am and an all too brief sleep.
Saturday was a yuk-type day. Rain and well.......more rain.
Off to the Rock Radio office to pick up my prize (beer and a CD) and then back in time to get changed and then head out to meet my dad. Strangely, when I got back I felt compelled to check my messages to see there had been any contact from my caller from the previous night. Not like me, as I had very little time in which to do anything, but I just had to check.
There was, and quick messages were sent (one from the train on the way in to meet my dad).
After that it was a great afternoon chatting with my dad and we had a good laugh together whilst watching football and then the rugby.
Following that he caught the train back home and I adjourned to the Solid Rock bar before heading up to the gig (Monsters of Mock) later that evening. My mate Alan caught up with me in there and we had a blast and a great chat after (although I was a bit deaf from the music).
Late home then and that meant late up on Sunday.
Nothing planned for Sunday except a bit of cleaning and ironing - I hadn't even planned to get dressed. Listening to music and on the laptop I was surprised to find out that the girl I had been chatting to on Friday night was mutual friend with a guy I grew up with. Very strange.
I had just decided to go out for a spin on the bike for 30 mins when on the spur of the moment I decided to meet the girl in question. So no bike (too dark for riding on the way home) just the car.
We had a great time, nice meal and lots of laughs. I stayed longer than I thought I would but it was worth it to get back late (and I stuck to the speed limit all the way home lol).
Today then is a mystery. Why do I feel flat?
I love my job and normally 'spring' into work on a Monday (well maybe after a strong coffee) but something is missing today and I cant quite put my finger on it.
Maybe an early night will do the trick......we'll see.
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Lucky Bug
On my walk today I noticed something that got me thinking.
I had my mp3 blasting out 'toons' (hip eh?) Well actually I think it was Abba singing Eagle at this point...so maybe not.
Anyway there was me happily striding along the banks of the Clyde and suddenly felt glad that my urge to wear my Hibs t-shirt gave way to my rock urges and plucked the ACDC 'T' instead. I didnt realise that you could walk to Ibrox from the centre of town when Rangers were at home and so I found myself in the 'throng' making itself along aforementioned river. I was glad when I got to the Squinty bridge and made a quick 'right' and back across to civilisation.
It was about this time that just as I was about to put my foot down in front of me (this helps when walking) I noticed a strange looking bug going the same way.
With no time to think I managed to avoid squishing him and then I started to wonder...
What if this strange looking bug was actually a mutated bug! Maybe it used to resemble something I would recognise but now its fast becoming the bug that will end all human life on Earth? Maybe that split-second where I could have squished it was the last chance for humanity and now I have doomed us to fate worse than death (or maybe a Westlife concert – which may be a fate worse than a fate worse than death).
Then I thought – maybe it had just finished a hard day at the bug factory and was scurrying home to his small hole where his bug family were waiting for him. Probably his bug-wife will have a list of chores for him to do when he gets in (or on his next day off) and he will roll his bug-eyes but say nothing (as that's best in those situations) and simply get on with it.
Maybe I should have squished him – he may have thanked me for it.
I had my mp3 blasting out 'toons' (hip eh?) Well actually I think it was Abba singing Eagle at this point...so maybe not.
Anyway there was me happily striding along the banks of the Clyde and suddenly felt glad that my urge to wear my Hibs t-shirt gave way to my rock urges and plucked the ACDC 'T' instead. I didnt realise that you could walk to Ibrox from the centre of town when Rangers were at home and so I found myself in the 'throng' making itself along aforementioned river. I was glad when I got to the Squinty bridge and made a quick 'right' and back across to civilisation.
It was about this time that just as I was about to put my foot down in front of me (this helps when walking) I noticed a strange looking bug going the same way.
With no time to think I managed to avoid squishing him and then I started to wonder...
What if this strange looking bug was actually a mutated bug! Maybe it used to resemble something I would recognise but now its fast becoming the bug that will end all human life on Earth? Maybe that split-second where I could have squished it was the last chance for humanity and now I have doomed us to fate worse than death (or maybe a Westlife concert – which may be a fate worse than a fate worse than death).
Then I thought – maybe it had just finished a hard day at the bug factory and was scurrying home to his small hole where his bug family were waiting for him. Probably his bug-wife will have a list of chores for him to do when he gets in (or on his next day off) and he will roll his bug-eyes but say nothing (as that's best in those situations) and simply get on with it.
Maybe I should have squished him – he may have thanked me for it.
My Next Dance!
I commented to my mum recently that the next time I dance with my daughter it will probably be at her wedding.
This got me thinking about dancing. In particular me dancing.
I used to really enjoy this. Going to parties, disco's, the (very) occasional club and getting onto the floor and letting the rhythm of the night do what it does. Generally it did something bad to me and I looked like and idiot whilst those around me seemed to be floating on melodic waft and moving as one.
These days its not much better and I suppose the only saving grace is that I don't get the opportunity to embarrass myself as much.
If I do though – what sort of dancing is appropriate for a mature-ish man?
Rock Star
My favourite. Well it used to be. There is nothing better than getting into the beat of a rock-classic and getting down on the floor when the 'air guitar' bit gets let loose in all its glory.
Unfortunately I generally have to ask my dancing partner (if she is still beside me – not very often I have to say) to help me up off my knees, and if she is not then generally someone on the floor takes pity on me.
Morrisey
Not sure this was a good look even when I was in my 20's. Standing on the spot with arms swinging up and down whilst one leg remains still and the other lifts from the floor like you're constipated – never really hit it off for me.
If I tried that now...........nah scratch that....I just couldnt.
Earth, Wind and OMG I'm really sorry
'Getting down' and really swinging – now that should be OK. I have the sounds of 'September' in my head and picturing me moving around the dancefloor in a scene that resembles Saturday Night Fever or should that be Sit Now Fool! This is probably going to end with me knocking into someone 7' 12” carrying 10 pints back to his Hell's Angels buddies. Forget It!
Lets face it I have reached the point where I will want to be on the floor showing the world I still 'have it' but in reality I will be at the bar with men of similar dancing ability looking at the youngsters and thinking..........
How can you dance to that rubbish?
This got me thinking about dancing. In particular me dancing.
I used to really enjoy this. Going to parties, disco's, the (very) occasional club and getting onto the floor and letting the rhythm of the night do what it does. Generally it did something bad to me and I looked like and idiot whilst those around me seemed to be floating on melodic waft and moving as one.
These days its not much better and I suppose the only saving grace is that I don't get the opportunity to embarrass myself as much.
If I do though – what sort of dancing is appropriate for a mature-ish man?
Rock Star
My favourite. Well it used to be. There is nothing better than getting into the beat of a rock-classic and getting down on the floor when the 'air guitar' bit gets let loose in all its glory.
Unfortunately I generally have to ask my dancing partner (if she is still beside me – not very often I have to say) to help me up off my knees, and if she is not then generally someone on the floor takes pity on me.
Morrisey
Not sure this was a good look even when I was in my 20's. Standing on the spot with arms swinging up and down whilst one leg remains still and the other lifts from the floor like you're constipated – never really hit it off for me.
If I tried that now...........nah scratch that....I just couldnt.
Earth, Wind and OMG I'm really sorry
'Getting down' and really swinging – now that should be OK. I have the sounds of 'September' in my head and picturing me moving around the dancefloor in a scene that resembles Saturday Night Fever or should that be Sit Now Fool! This is probably going to end with me knocking into someone 7' 12” carrying 10 pints back to his Hell's Angels buddies. Forget It!
Lets face it I have reached the point where I will want to be on the floor showing the world I still 'have it' but in reality I will be at the bar with men of similar dancing ability looking at the youngsters and thinking..........
How can you dance to that rubbish?
Sunday, 12 September 2010
Family History
A friend of mine who shall remain nameless (but is an ex-librarian) informed me that there was a new service available online called AskScotland (http://askscotland.org.uk/).
I thought I would try it to see if they could give me any information about Gilbertson's that fought at the Battle of Bannockburn.
Now I know that my branch of the Gilbertson's never set foot in Scotland until the 1800's (ish) and that before that we were in Shetland and before that we hailed from Norway (thanks to my Auntie Nancy for all of the research) - but thought I would ask anyway.
The reply I got was as follows:
Hi Graeme,
We have found some information on a Sir Walter Gibertson. We have not found any other Gilbertson mentioned in the literature covering the Scottish Wars of Independence
Walter Gilbertson seems to have been on King Edward's side until after the Battle of Bannockburn in June 1314. He was keeper of Bothwell Castle in Lanarkshire which was under English control before the battle.
The Earl of Hereford, Edward II's brother-in-law, sought safety there with other prominent English Knights after they fled from Bannockburn. Sir Walter Gilbertson changed sides and took Hereford and his fellow knights prisoner. They were later exchanged for members of Robert Bruce's family who had been prisoners in England. This Gilbertson then joined Bruce's side.
My main souce has been David Cornell's "Bannockburn : the triumph of Robert the Bruce" published in 2009 by Yale University Press ISBN 978 0 300 145687.
Just goes to show that the Gilbertson's always like to be on the winning side :-)
I thought I would try it to see if they could give me any information about Gilbertson's that fought at the Battle of Bannockburn.
Now I know that my branch of the Gilbertson's never set foot in Scotland until the 1800's (ish) and that before that we were in Shetland and before that we hailed from Norway (thanks to my Auntie Nancy for all of the research) - but thought I would ask anyway.
The reply I got was as follows:
Hi Graeme,
We have found some information on a Sir Walter Gibertson. We have not found any other Gilbertson mentioned in the literature covering the Scottish Wars of Independence
Walter Gilbertson seems to have been on King Edward's side until after the Battle of Bannockburn in June 1314. He was keeper of Bothwell Castle in Lanarkshire which was under English control before the battle.
The Earl of Hereford, Edward II's brother-in-law, sought safety there with other prominent English Knights after they fled from Bannockburn. Sir Walter Gilbertson changed sides and took Hereford and his fellow knights prisoner. They were later exchanged for members of Robert Bruce's family who had been prisoners in England. This Gilbertson then joined Bruce's side.
My main souce has been David Cornell's "Bannockburn : the triumph of Robert the Bruce" published in 2009 by Yale University Press ISBN 978 0 300 145687.
Just goes to show that the Gilbertson's always like to be on the winning side :-)
The Deal
A teenage boy had just passed his driving test and inquired of his father as to
when they could discuss his use of the car.
His father said he'd make a deal with his son: 'You bring your grades up
from a C to a B average, study your Bible a little, and get your hair cut.
Then we'll talk about the car.'
The boy thought about that for a moment, decided he'd settle for the offer, and
they agreed on it.
After about six weeks his father said, 'Son, you've brought your grades up and
I've observed that you have been studying your Bible, but I'm
disappointed you haven't had your hair cut.
The boy said, 'You know, Dad, I've been thinking about that, and I've
noticed in my studies of the Bible that Samson had long hair, John the
Baptist had long hair, Moses had long hair...and there's even strong
evidence that Jesus had long hair.'
Dad's reply:
'Did you also notice they all walked everywhere they went?'
when they could discuss his use of the car.
His father said he'd make a deal with his son: 'You bring your grades up
from a C to a B average, study your Bible a little, and get your hair cut.
Then we'll talk about the car.'
The boy thought about that for a moment, decided he'd settle for the offer, and
they agreed on it.
After about six weeks his father said, 'Son, you've brought your grades up and
I've observed that you have been studying your Bible, but I'm
disappointed you haven't had your hair cut.
The boy said, 'You know, Dad, I've been thinking about that, and I've
noticed in my studies of the Bible that Samson had long hair, John the
Baptist had long hair, Moses had long hair...and there's even strong
evidence that Jesus had long hair.'
Dad's reply:
'Did you also notice they all walked everywhere they went?'
Monday, 6 September 2010
A Stroll Down Memory Lane (with associated moaning and grumping)
I couldn't put it off any longer!
I had avoided my mother for as long as I could, but there comes a time when you have to give in and go visit (only kidding mum – love you to bits)
Last Friday I informed the kids we were going to visit for the weekend and that they should pack accordingly.
Not clothes and the usual stuff that we would pack. Oh No!
Electronic equipment that could have powered Apollo 11 and enough music to see off the SNO!
It appears that the last thing on their minds was 'what am I going to wear this weekend. Oh well.
Craig wasn't too happy and asked me if we 'had to' stay for the whole weekend in an internet-free zone. 'Yes' I told him and he put his headphones back on and I could faintly hear Billy Jo Armstrong swearing his way through another Green Day track whilst being glowered at.
Train from Livi to Edinburgh and then the connection to Wallyford. Quite a short trip I thought. About an hour including the wait at Waverley. Gemma drew breath once during that period and chatted constantly!
I loved it though and she can still wrap me round her little finger! Sigh
The walk from Wallyford to my mum's was accompanied by more 'Are we there yet?' Kids!
Great night's chat and up early on Saturday. Both Craig and Gemma were up early and having breakfast when Craig let out a cry! He has tried to pick up a spoon from his cup of tea and it was red-hot! What was my mum trying to do to him?
From that moment on Craig referred to it as 'Grannys House of Torture'. She laughed heartily at that – and then clipped him round the ear! The cheek of it!
The day was to get 'better' for Craig though as I told him we were off to have a look round the 'Honest Toun'. He was not impressed.
In brilliant sunshine we set off to Lewisvale Park and the up to the top to have a chat with Musselburgh Cricket Club who were preparing the wicket for the winter.
Then I thought I would pay my sister a visit in Whitecraig. 'Where's that?' asked Craig. 'Just through there and along the road a bit' I replied, pointing in the direction of Inveresk.
Halfway along Carberry Road he pointed out that my directions left a lot to be desired. Not at all I replied – it is just along this road.....at the very end.
We spent a lovely couple of hours with my sister (the kids played together – inside on a glorious day)
The a wee walk to the harbour – hee hee hee
Craig started off OK. He had his juice and maltesers.
Once they were finished however (not even reached the Cowpits yet) he trudged along behind us.
I haven't mentioned Gemma yet as she was a star all the way round. The two of us chatted constantly and she listened and made points about the things I pointed out on the trek.
We walked all the way down to the Roman Bridge (I looked for and couldn't find the high water mark plaque at the old paper mill), then down Market Street.
When we got to the Harbour, Craig stated he wasn't moving anymore and promptly sat down on the harbour wall. After 15/20 mins I managed to coax him into strolling along the Promenade and just as we got to the mouth of the Esk, walking around the corner, was my dad!
Great to see him and totally unplanned. We chatted for a bit (and Craig found a bench to sit on) and then walked back through Pinkie School to my mum's.
We walked 6.7 miles altogether – and were out for 6 hours.
Great day (Craig would disagree) – but they were both in their beds for 11 and sleeping!
Can wait to go back (although next time there will be alcohol involved and I may not be walking anywhere)
I had avoided my mother for as long as I could, but there comes a time when you have to give in and go visit (only kidding mum – love you to bits)
Last Friday I informed the kids we were going to visit for the weekend and that they should pack accordingly.
Not clothes and the usual stuff that we would pack. Oh No!
Electronic equipment that could have powered Apollo 11 and enough music to see off the SNO!
It appears that the last thing on their minds was 'what am I going to wear this weekend. Oh well.
Craig wasn't too happy and asked me if we 'had to' stay for the whole weekend in an internet-free zone. 'Yes' I told him and he put his headphones back on and I could faintly hear Billy Jo Armstrong swearing his way through another Green Day track whilst being glowered at.
Train from Livi to Edinburgh and then the connection to Wallyford. Quite a short trip I thought. About an hour including the wait at Waverley. Gemma drew breath once during that period and chatted constantly!
I loved it though and she can still wrap me round her little finger! Sigh
The walk from Wallyford to my mum's was accompanied by more 'Are we there yet?' Kids!
Great night's chat and up early on Saturday. Both Craig and Gemma were up early and having breakfast when Craig let out a cry! He has tried to pick up a spoon from his cup of tea and it was red-hot! What was my mum trying to do to him?
From that moment on Craig referred to it as 'Grannys House of Torture'. She laughed heartily at that – and then clipped him round the ear! The cheek of it!
The day was to get 'better' for Craig though as I told him we were off to have a look round the 'Honest Toun'. He was not impressed.
In brilliant sunshine we set off to Lewisvale Park and the up to the top to have a chat with Musselburgh Cricket Club who were preparing the wicket for the winter.
Then I thought I would pay my sister a visit in Whitecraig. 'Where's that?' asked Craig. 'Just through there and along the road a bit' I replied, pointing in the direction of Inveresk.
Halfway along Carberry Road he pointed out that my directions left a lot to be desired. Not at all I replied – it is just along this road.....at the very end.
We spent a lovely couple of hours with my sister (the kids played together – inside on a glorious day)
The a wee walk to the harbour – hee hee hee
Craig started off OK. He had his juice and maltesers.
Once they were finished however (not even reached the Cowpits yet) he trudged along behind us.
I haven't mentioned Gemma yet as she was a star all the way round. The two of us chatted constantly and she listened and made points about the things I pointed out on the trek.
We walked all the way down to the Roman Bridge (I looked for and couldn't find the high water mark plaque at the old paper mill), then down Market Street.
When we got to the Harbour, Craig stated he wasn't moving anymore and promptly sat down on the harbour wall. After 15/20 mins I managed to coax him into strolling along the Promenade and just as we got to the mouth of the Esk, walking around the corner, was my dad!
Great to see him and totally unplanned. We chatted for a bit (and Craig found a bench to sit on) and then walked back through Pinkie School to my mum's.
We walked 6.7 miles altogether – and were out for 6 hours.
Great day (Craig would disagree) – but they were both in their beds for 11 and sleeping!
Can wait to go back (although next time there will be alcohol involved and I may not be walking anywhere)
Saturday, 7 August 2010
No turning back the clock
In order to improve my fitness I have started 'power' walking at lunchtime.
As far as I can see this means walking a bit faster than I would normally walk.....and well that's about it actually.
Until yesterday.
Yesterday I thought I would jog the circuit thus getting a better workout and proving to myself that I can still do it. The circuit in question is 2 miles and completely flat.
With stopwatch in hand I set off.
6 minutes later I am wondering how I managed to run over 100 miles a week in my late teens!!! It felt like I was running through treacle! Not only that but I am now walking for a bit.......
I suppose it sensible. There was no way I was going to be able to run the 2 miles (altho my stupid brain thought it could). So run for 6 mins, walk a bit, run for 3 mins, walk, run for 2 mins, walk, 2 mins, walk and then 2 mins at the end.
When I walk round the circuit it takes about 35 mins. Running I did it in 23, so it wasn't as bad as I first feared.
My goal now?
Break 20 mins!
As far as I can see this means walking a bit faster than I would normally walk.....and well that's about it actually.
Until yesterday.
Yesterday I thought I would jog the circuit thus getting a better workout and proving to myself that I can still do it. The circuit in question is 2 miles and completely flat.
With stopwatch in hand I set off.
6 minutes later I am wondering how I managed to run over 100 miles a week in my late teens!!! It felt like I was running through treacle! Not only that but I am now walking for a bit.......
I suppose it sensible. There was no way I was going to be able to run the 2 miles (altho my stupid brain thought it could). So run for 6 mins, walk a bit, run for 3 mins, walk, run for 2 mins, walk, 2 mins, walk and then 2 mins at the end.
When I walk round the circuit it takes about 35 mins. Running I did it in 23, so it wasn't as bad as I first feared.
My goal now?
Break 20 mins!
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
A letter to mother nature
Thanks for the heavy downpour yesterday. I have a feeling that the plants and ducks were probably feeling that there was not enough rain in the past week or so to help them thrive in this arid climate.
I call into question, though, your choice of weather today - (being as yesterday was also a local holiday and today was not).
Did you have to produce copious amounts of sunshine so that I could look at it through the office windows?
Just wondered.
Yours
Noah
I call into question, though, your choice of weather today - (being as yesterday was also a local holiday and today was not).
Did you have to produce copious amounts of sunshine so that I could look at it through the office windows?
Just wondered.
Yours
Noah
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Argh My Ears!!!!
As I am on holiday I thought I would drag my little cherubs to a museum in Glasgow. The Kelvingrove Museum to be exact.
A fairly straightforward day out you would expect!
One word.....
Danielle!
Dani is my daughter's friend and was staying with us for a couple of days. She is a lot of fun (exactly like Gemma in that respect) but where she differs is that she doesn't stop talking!
Gemma has another friend - Chloe - who is like that.
Both fantastic and lovely kids....but could talk for Scotland!
I got nagged at all Monday morning to do something and finally gave in about 11. So I told them we would walk down to the train station, head into ther centre of town and the catch the subway round to the park (Kelvingrove park).
The walk is about 20 mins to the station.
We were not out 5 mins when it started. "How much further" "Are we there yet" "This is taking ages"
For 20 mins!
Once on the train, Dani didnt stop. I was getting pitiful looks from the other passengers. The constant talking!!!
In Central we walked round to the St Enoch subway and almost straight onto a train (thankfully). 5 mins........
"How much longer?" Argh!!!!!
20 mins and we were off again and walking. I wanted to walk through the park and go the long way to thre museum.....silly mistake!
"How much further?" "Is that it over there?" "Why are we going this way" "This is boring"
Finally we got to the museum and things settled down. It was great fun and the kids had a ball.
It has to be said that it was a better journey back!.
Gemma and Dani were going back to Livingston that night, however, so I had to get them to Buchanan St bus station for 6:45.
Ha!
I know where Buchanan St is and assumed the bus station was at the top! No chance.
We walked, in the pouring rain by this time, all the way to the top, where I was confronted by The Glasgow Concert Hall (or something like that).
End of the road.....no bus station.....and its 6:30.
Where is it? I did what all men would do in that situation and asked for directions! (Yea yea yea OK I didnt).
I walked around muttering and listening to the girls moaning that they were getting wet.
Eventually I found it (by luck and a wee bit of deduction), and it was behind the aforementioned building (I know I know)
Thankfully the bus was late...but then the moaning started again! "When will it get here" "Where is the bus"......and finally "Why are you so old?"
I looked at Dani quizzically(sp)?
She said "My dad's only 37!"
Kids!
Finally the bus appeared (20 mins late) and I instructed the girls as to the stop they should get off in Livingston (for the 10th time).
A phone call from Val (my wife) later told me they didnt get off at the stop and went all the way to the centre if town! Girls!!!
Anyway.....I walked back home (in the rain) to the fantastic, enjoyable sound of silence!
A fairly straightforward day out you would expect!
One word.....
Danielle!
Dani is my daughter's friend and was staying with us for a couple of days. She is a lot of fun (exactly like Gemma in that respect) but where she differs is that she doesn't stop talking!
Gemma has another friend - Chloe - who is like that.
Both fantastic and lovely kids....but could talk for Scotland!
I got nagged at all Monday morning to do something and finally gave in about 11. So I told them we would walk down to the train station, head into ther centre of town and the catch the subway round to the park (Kelvingrove park).
The walk is about 20 mins to the station.
We were not out 5 mins when it started. "How much further" "Are we there yet" "This is taking ages"
For 20 mins!
Once on the train, Dani didnt stop. I was getting pitiful looks from the other passengers. The constant talking!!!
In Central we walked round to the St Enoch subway and almost straight onto a train (thankfully). 5 mins........
"How much longer?" Argh!!!!!
20 mins and we were off again and walking. I wanted to walk through the park and go the long way to thre museum.....silly mistake!
"How much further?" "Is that it over there?" "Why are we going this way" "This is boring"
Finally we got to the museum and things settled down. It was great fun and the kids had a ball.
It has to be said that it was a better journey back!.
Gemma and Dani were going back to Livingston that night, however, so I had to get them to Buchanan St bus station for 6:45.
Ha!
I know where Buchanan St is and assumed the bus station was at the top! No chance.
We walked, in the pouring rain by this time, all the way to the top, where I was confronted by The Glasgow Concert Hall (or something like that).
End of the road.....no bus station.....and its 6:30.
Where is it? I did what all men would do in that situation and asked for directions! (Yea yea yea OK I didnt).
I walked around muttering and listening to the girls moaning that they were getting wet.
Eventually I found it (by luck and a wee bit of deduction), and it was behind the aforementioned building (I know I know)
Thankfully the bus was late...but then the moaning started again! "When will it get here" "Where is the bus"......and finally "Why are you so old?"
I looked at Dani quizzically(sp)?
She said "My dad's only 37!"
Kids!
Finally the bus appeared (20 mins late) and I instructed the girls as to the stop they should get off in Livingston (for the 10th time).
A phone call from Val (my wife) later told me they didnt get off at the stop and went all the way to the centre if town! Girls!!!
Anyway.....I walked back home (in the rain) to the fantastic, enjoyable sound of silence!
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
The Move and Fall (with intermittent Drums)
Well it finally arrived.
The day of my move through to the west.
I packed my belongings into a van last Friday and headed through to my new abode knowing that it would take at least 2 trips in the car and then a third to ride my bike through.
The morning went well - I got my stuff in anf then headed back for the 2nd and, hopefully, last load.
On my way back to my new abode I got stuck in what I thought was lunchtime traffic. Oh No.
Someone had been knocked down up ahead and it looked like a bus and a lorry had a wee disagreement into the bargain. Two police cars past us on the wrong side of the road and up ahead I could just make out two fire engines and an ambulance. At this point a young copper was walking down the line of cars saying 'turn around and find another route' Another Route? I dont know another route? I barely know this one!
So off I tootle in my car looking for helpful road signs, such as 'Graemes House This Way' or 'You definitely Want To Go This Way'. Ha! No chance!
I did the only thing I knew - back in to the centre of Glasgow and find my way from there.
Normally the journey takes about 45 mins - this one? 1.5 hours.
I decided to call it a day at this point and phoned Val to say I would bring the car back in the morning when I picked Craig up for his drum exam.
Soo.....stay in or find a 'local'? I was soon wandering down Holmlea Road looking for a pub that would welcome a weary Dunediner. Found a good pub in 'The Beechings' - good music, lots of TV's for the World Cup and Belhaven Best on tap.
A couple was had in there and then home for an early rise.
I left about 9:30 hoping to get through about 10:30 (no rushing today) and was immediately faced with the closure of the M74. Some nutter had run from the police the night befor and decided that a Minibus was a good getaway vehicle. Doh!
As we were shepherded of the road I could see the bus lying on its side between the Norh and South bound lanes. The daft bugger had paid the ultimate price.
So I got to Livingston and picked Craig up and off we went into Edinburgh for his RockSchool Grade 2 Drum exam. I have to say I was more nervous than he was!
Afterwards he said he felt confident about his chances, so we have to wait a couple of weeks to find out.
Dropped Craig off and picked up the bike and rode through to Glasgow without incident (shock).
Later that evening I was watching The Two Towers (Directors edition) when I noticed the rear security light was on. It was around 8pm and I remembered the landlord saying it would come on unless I switched it off - the switch being in the attic.
I wandered upstairs and found the stepladders and climbed up through the attic door.
I turned around (whilst standing on the ladders) and they gave way.
Down I came. Clatter.
The next thing I remember is that it was dark and I was lying on the ladders. I had a huge pain in my back, head and mouth.
I got up, put the ladders in the front room (I must have done as they were in there on Sunday Morning - and the loft was shut too.....So I must have gone back up and shut it as well - I dont remember).
I took 2 painkillers and went to bed.
This, according to everyone I have spoken to, was the most stupid thing I could have done.
Oh well.
I got up on Sunday, wincing at the pain in my back (my head wasn't too bad at this point) and went down for more painkillers.
I then checked my tongue as it was also very sore and swollen. I had bitten a big gash right across it. Jeez it looked horrible.
I tried eating after a couple of hours but no go....the pain in my tongue was too intense. Soooo more painkillers and lots of Smoothies were the order of the day.
Off to work on Monday where everyone told me to go to Accuident and Emergency, but to be honest the pain was going down in my head and back and I wasn't eating so no pain in my tongue - I would have felt like a fraud.
I saw out the day (but left at 4) and this morning I registered with a doctor and he had a quick look at me and said I had a thick skull (which I took as a compliment - not that I didnt go to the hospital yesterday).
I am back there again tomorrow for my proper new patient medical/check-up so i will probably get more compliments from him again!
The pills are working though.......I am feeling better although i don't think I will ever play the piano again!
The day of my move through to the west.
I packed my belongings into a van last Friday and headed through to my new abode knowing that it would take at least 2 trips in the car and then a third to ride my bike through.
The morning went well - I got my stuff in anf then headed back for the 2nd and, hopefully, last load.
On my way back to my new abode I got stuck in what I thought was lunchtime traffic. Oh No.
Someone had been knocked down up ahead and it looked like a bus and a lorry had a wee disagreement into the bargain. Two police cars past us on the wrong side of the road and up ahead I could just make out two fire engines and an ambulance. At this point a young copper was walking down the line of cars saying 'turn around and find another route' Another Route? I dont know another route? I barely know this one!
So off I tootle in my car looking for helpful road signs, such as 'Graemes House This Way' or 'You definitely Want To Go This Way'. Ha! No chance!
I did the only thing I knew - back in to the centre of Glasgow and find my way from there.
Normally the journey takes about 45 mins - this one? 1.5 hours.
I decided to call it a day at this point and phoned Val to say I would bring the car back in the morning when I picked Craig up for his drum exam.
Soo.....stay in or find a 'local'? I was soon wandering down Holmlea Road looking for a pub that would welcome a weary Dunediner. Found a good pub in 'The Beechings' - good music, lots of TV's for the World Cup and Belhaven Best on tap.
A couple was had in there and then home for an early rise.
I left about 9:30 hoping to get through about 10:30 (no rushing today) and was immediately faced with the closure of the M74. Some nutter had run from the police the night befor and decided that a Minibus was a good getaway vehicle. Doh!
As we were shepherded of the road I could see the bus lying on its side between the Norh and South bound lanes. The daft bugger had paid the ultimate price.
So I got to Livingston and picked Craig up and off we went into Edinburgh for his RockSchool Grade 2 Drum exam. I have to say I was more nervous than he was!
Afterwards he said he felt confident about his chances, so we have to wait a couple of weeks to find out.
Dropped Craig off and picked up the bike and rode through to Glasgow without incident (shock).
Later that evening I was watching The Two Towers (Directors edition) when I noticed the rear security light was on. It was around 8pm and I remembered the landlord saying it would come on unless I switched it off - the switch being in the attic.
I wandered upstairs and found the stepladders and climbed up through the attic door.
I turned around (whilst standing on the ladders) and they gave way.
Down I came. Clatter.
The next thing I remember is that it was dark and I was lying on the ladders. I had a huge pain in my back, head and mouth.
I got up, put the ladders in the front room (I must have done as they were in there on Sunday Morning - and the loft was shut too.....So I must have gone back up and shut it as well - I dont remember).
I took 2 painkillers and went to bed.
This, according to everyone I have spoken to, was the most stupid thing I could have done.
Oh well.
I got up on Sunday, wincing at the pain in my back (my head wasn't too bad at this point) and went down for more painkillers.
I then checked my tongue as it was also very sore and swollen. I had bitten a big gash right across it. Jeez it looked horrible.
I tried eating after a couple of hours but no go....the pain in my tongue was too intense. Soooo more painkillers and lots of Smoothies were the order of the day.
Off to work on Monday where everyone told me to go to Accuident and Emergency, but to be honest the pain was going down in my head and back and I wasn't eating so no pain in my tongue - I would have felt like a fraud.
I saw out the day (but left at 4) and this morning I registered with a doctor and he had a quick look at me and said I had a thick skull (which I took as a compliment - not that I didnt go to the hospital yesterday).
I am back there again tomorrow for my proper new patient medical/check-up so i will probably get more compliments from him again!
The pills are working though.......I am feeling better although i don't think I will ever play the piano again!
Thursday, 20 May 2010
Restroom Graffiti
Restroom Graffiti
The best way to a man's heart is to saw his breast plate
open. --Women's restroom, Murphy's, Champaign, IL
Don't trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn't
die. --Men's restroom, Murphy's, Champaign, IL
Beauty is only a light switch away. --Perkins Library,
Duke University, Durham, North Carolina.
I've decided that to raise my grades I must lower my
standards. --Houghton Library, Harvard University.
Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Remember, it's not, "How high are you?" it's "Hi, how
are you?" --Rest stop off Route 81. West Virginia.
God made pot. Man made beer. Whom do you trust? --
The Irish Times, Washington, D.C.
Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
--The Bayou, Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
No matter how good she looks, some other guy is sick
and tired of putting up with her shit. --Men's Room,
Linda's Bar and Grill. Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
At the feast of ego, everyone leaves hungry. --Bentley's
House of Coffee and Tea, Tucson, Arizona.
It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.
--Written in the dust on the back of a bus. Wickenburg,
Arizona.
Make love, not war.--Hell, do both, get married! --
Women's restroom, The Filling Station. Bozeman, Montana.
God is dead. -Nietzsche; Nietzsche is dead. -God
--The Tombs Restaurant. Washington, D.C.
If voting could really change things, it would be illegal.
--Revolution Books. New York, New York.
A Woman's Rule of Thumb: If it has tires or testicles,
you're going to have trouble with it. --Women's restroom,
Dick's Last Resort. Dallas, Texas.
The best way to a man's heart is to saw his breast plate
open. --Women's restroom, Murphy's, Champaign, IL
Don't trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn't
die. --Men's restroom, Murphy's, Champaign, IL
Beauty is only a light switch away. --Perkins Library,
Duke University, Durham, North Carolina.
I've decided that to raise my grades I must lower my
standards. --Houghton Library, Harvard University.
Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Remember, it's not, "How high are you?" it's "Hi, how
are you?" --Rest stop off Route 81. West Virginia.
God made pot. Man made beer. Whom do you trust? --
The Irish Times, Washington, D.C.
Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
--The Bayou, Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
No matter how good she looks, some other guy is sick
and tired of putting up with her shit. --Men's Room,
Linda's Bar and Grill. Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
At the feast of ego, everyone leaves hungry. --Bentley's
House of Coffee and Tea, Tucson, Arizona.
It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.
--Written in the dust on the back of a bus. Wickenburg,
Arizona.
Make love, not war.--Hell, do both, get married! --
Women's restroom, The Filling Station. Bozeman, Montana.
God is dead. -Nietzsche; Nietzsche is dead. -God
--The Tombs Restaurant. Washington, D.C.
If voting could really change things, it would be illegal.
--Revolution Books. New York, New York.
A Woman's Rule of Thumb: If it has tires or testicles,
you're going to have trouble with it. --Women's restroom,
Dick's Last Resort. Dallas, Texas.
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Bike, Batteries and Exercise
For those who dont know - I have a motorbike.
Its an old (1995) Yamaha Virago XV250, cruiser style, and is a pain in the a*!%e.
Let me explain.....
Since June last year I have been working in Glasgow with the Scottish Qualification Authority, which is a fantastic job. During the winter months I can be found standing,freezing and shivering on Platform 2 at Livingston South, whilst providing train updates to the multitude (you know who you are) who seem to thrive on these things.
During the summer (and I use the word loosely here - I am in Scotland after all) my mode of transportation is the aforementioned bike.
Sometimes.
You see it has developed a nasty streak whereby it will produce a fault at random and then openly mock me when I go to try and find it.
Back in March it would not start at all. No jumping (me up and down) or bumping would entice it into a pretend cough and give me the slightest hope that it was listening to my colourful language.
I bought a couple of parts for it and was tempted to order enough bits to rebuild it completely when it caught the thought in my mind and decided it would start....but only with assistance.
This 'assistance' is not the battery....but a run and a jump on its back from me. It then has some motivation to start as those of you how know me will know that me running and jumping on your back...well you wouldnt want that twice!
Sooooo every morning we go through the same routine.
I approach it warily, mouthing sweet gentle words that it is the best bike in the world, and that should it start on the button today I will treat it to an oil change and waxing (surely no bike can resist this).
Every morning therefore - after about 10 minutes of me sitting on it like an idiot - I then get of it and then push it down a small hill and jump on its back shouting "now who's the boss" and it splutters into life.
I should point out (in case it's listening) that when its nice and warm it starts first time, every time and it's a sweet caring bike.
This is all very well in the morning, as its just a few neighbours that I provide the daily fix of "quick look.....the wee fat guy is going to run down the hill again with the bike lol pmsl". However, I work in the heart of the financial district of Glasgow.
Hmmm....lots of eyes when I warily approach it after a hard day's software development (yea yea yea I hear you say).
By the end of the day I am pleading with it to start....dont make me do the morning routine in front of half of Glasgow.
Last Wednesday I left the office about 6. A couple of my colleagues said they would provide moral support in my quest to ridicule myself and stood at the window on the 4th floor (to get a better view).
I sat on the "beast" (it may still be listening) and pleaded with it, begged it......and eventually swore at it.
No go.
I glanced up at the window and saw two figures doubled over and waving hysterically at me. I grimaced.
Running down the street I jumped on it's back......nothing.
Should I glance up at the window again...no chance!
I quickly got off the bike and ran again...faster and further. Noticing the Clyde in front of me I realised it was time to jump on it again.... I swung my right leg over, felt my hamstring "tweak" and then rammed it into 2nd gear.
It got the message that if it did not start this time, it was heading for a watery bed!
It coughed, huccupped and then started and without looking back I sped away.
It was almost too much to look Athol and Alan in the face the following day...not to mention the abuse on Facebook.
I am just away outside now to whisper sweet nothings into its intake valves and caress it gently and see if that works...
Its an old (1995) Yamaha Virago XV250, cruiser style, and is a pain in the a*!%e.
Let me explain.....
Since June last year I have been working in Glasgow with the Scottish Qualification Authority, which is a fantastic job. During the winter months I can be found standing,freezing and shivering on Platform 2 at Livingston South, whilst providing train updates to the multitude (you know who you are) who seem to thrive on these things.
During the summer (and I use the word loosely here - I am in Scotland after all) my mode of transportation is the aforementioned bike.
Sometimes.
You see it has developed a nasty streak whereby it will produce a fault at random and then openly mock me when I go to try and find it.
Back in March it would not start at all. No jumping (me up and down) or bumping would entice it into a pretend cough and give me the slightest hope that it was listening to my colourful language.
I bought a couple of parts for it and was tempted to order enough bits to rebuild it completely when it caught the thought in my mind and decided it would start....but only with assistance.
This 'assistance' is not the battery....but a run and a jump on its back from me. It then has some motivation to start as those of you how know me will know that me running and jumping on your back...well you wouldnt want that twice!
Sooooo every morning we go through the same routine.
I approach it warily, mouthing sweet gentle words that it is the best bike in the world, and that should it start on the button today I will treat it to an oil change and waxing (surely no bike can resist this).
Every morning therefore - after about 10 minutes of me sitting on it like an idiot - I then get of it and then push it down a small hill and jump on its back shouting "now who's the boss" and it splutters into life.
I should point out (in case it's listening) that when its nice and warm it starts first time, every time and it's a sweet caring bike.
This is all very well in the morning, as its just a few neighbours that I provide the daily fix of "quick look.....the wee fat guy is going to run down the hill again with the bike lol pmsl". However, I work in the heart of the financial district of Glasgow.
Hmmm....lots of eyes when I warily approach it after a hard day's software development (yea yea yea I hear you say).
By the end of the day I am pleading with it to start....dont make me do the morning routine in front of half of Glasgow.
Last Wednesday I left the office about 6. A couple of my colleagues said they would provide moral support in my quest to ridicule myself and stood at the window on the 4th floor (to get a better view).
I sat on the "beast" (it may still be listening) and pleaded with it, begged it......and eventually swore at it.
No go.
I glanced up at the window and saw two figures doubled over and waving hysterically at me. I grimaced.
Running down the street I jumped on it's back......nothing.
Should I glance up at the window again...no chance!
I quickly got off the bike and ran again...faster and further. Noticing the Clyde in front of me I realised it was time to jump on it again.... I swung my right leg over, felt my hamstring "tweak" and then rammed it into 2nd gear.
It got the message that if it did not start this time, it was heading for a watery bed!
It coughed, huccupped and then started and without looking back I sped away.
It was almost too much to look Athol and Alan in the face the following day...not to mention the abuse on Facebook.
I am just away outside now to whisper sweet nothings into its intake valves and caress it gently and see if that works...
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