Gregory’s Girl – John Gordon Sinclair minds me of myself at that age.

The Wanderers – Vastly superior to the often acclaimed The Warriors

Bad Boys – Sort of Yank version of Scum with a young Sean Penn (not the Will Smith one)

Hudson Hawk – Just because.

K cider,

the ‘K’ stands for King of,

Buckfast and Tesco dark rum.

Can barely see 🙂

Went to see Pink Floyd at Earls Court in ’94. Left Glasgow at 3 am and drove to Heathrow. Dumped the car at 11 am and got the tube.
1st mistake was getting off at Earls Court ‘to get our bearings’, then deciding to walk into the the city centre ‘it can’t be that far’ we thought. Spent the day sightseeing in the big city and got to the gig no probs.
Gig finishes and we miss the last tube to Heathrow. Got a late bus that took forever, got to the car and drove to the 1st services which if mind right was somewhere around Oxford.
Four of us in the car so not ideal. Got to sleep about 3 am and woke about 6:30 like a burst couch with most of a 400 mile trek still to go.

Never again.

Get a bed even if you have to drive to Cardiff.

Don’t care if it’s shite. It’s new shite and shall be listened to til it is liked. One love peeps.

2000 AD when it first came out and one called Bullet with its swarthy mustachioed hero Fireball (both late ’70s). Still get Viz even if only for the Drunken Bakers, Top Tips and Rogers Profanosaurus.

Darts, remember them? Glasgow Apollo, circa 1979, just after Den Hegarty had left. 12 years old at the time. Allowed to tag along with my dads best mates’ wife and her brother.
Brilliant gig and can remember a huge scrap breaking out when Horatio Hornblower, the saxophonist, (probably not his real name), threw his waistcoat into the madding throng of Weegie teddy boys.
Still love them and Duke of Earl pencilled in as a funeral song.

Ramones – Baby I Love You.

Always loved it. Walked my daughter down the aisle to it and will have it as a funeral song when i pop my clogs.

Not strictly about the Beatles.
John Lennon – In My Life, by Pete Shotton, a childhood pal and the guy he bought a supermarket for.
Like i said, not strictly Beatles but plenty of Beatles stuff and a good read.

There won’t be another referendum for at least a generation.

Fooled you, we were kidding/lying.

Was at Glasgow Green, June’13. As DezB suggests, Dad/ned fest, football crowd mentality. Weather was terrible. Ian Brown could not carry a tune in a bucket.

Best day ever.

There is just something about them. Cant get to Manchester or T in the park and jealous of those who can. Hopefuly more dates and a new album to be announced. We live in hope. Enjoy yourself OP.

One Love.

“Got a match?”

“Your breath and a buffalo fart”

Wish i could remember the film it’s from but hey ho.

I can recall from a while back, a mates Ma & Pa were having a wee bit of a barney.
“Just remember whose name is on the door” said papa bear
“Just remember what fargin side of the door it’s on” came the reply.

Screen Test – also the best intro music of any programme ever.

The Tomorrow People – just never got it.

Mine has a runny nose, or maybe just needs emptied ….

I’ll get my coat.

Life of Brian

SNP. Pro indy, anti-nuke, tories can’t be trusted and labour clueless.
The chance of holding our own future in our own hands sometime in the future appeals to me, hopefuly sooner rather than later.

Just watching the VE Day celebrations. Call me Dave must be cringeing as London rings to the skirl of the pipes.

No argument with the overall outcome, rules is rules after all. At least the SNP wont ignore or take for granted the people who put them there. Working towards another referendum? I bloody hope so. It’s the reason they exist, ain’t it.

The “To get Labour, vote Labour” line won’t wash with many Scots. Scotland voted predominantly Labour last time and got Tories. Many feel let down by Labour who did next to nothing in Scotland for the last five years, hence the rise of the SNP. If it’s not careful, Labour may be burning it’s bridges with Scots for many years to come.
If it’s not working, change it.

I can remember seeing one years ago called ‘The Gods Must Be Crazy’. Still don’t know if it was so bad it was hilarious or if it was actually comedy gold. Anyone mind of it?

Think it was Jean Paul and Marie Claudette. Dont mind much more but defenitely Longmans audio visual.

Fried haloumi, chilli jam and a rocket salad. The dogs bawz.

Do you sit in the house when it rains?
Are you made of sugar?

Just do it.

No one mentioned the Bible yet.

Just saying.

Sad news indeed. Absolutely loved the Ramones. Walked my daughter down the aisle to ‘Baby I Love You’, her choice, not mine btw.
RIP Tommy

Ice bowling rules. Fact. ‘mon the curlers.

Wish I could remember what film this was from.

“Got a match?”

“Your breath and a buffalo fart”

Still makes me chuckle.

Gangs of New York.

18 yrs old, just returned from our 1st lads hol (week in blackpool) and a crowd of us unwittingly invited to a house party of an aquaintance who no one really cared for, and whose parents were away.

On arrival, 3 litres of kia ora orange juice poured onto kitchen floor. 6 pack of yoghurt smeared over full wall of glass partitioning in living room, peanut butter liberally applied to other walls. Numerous beverages poured down back of telly and to round of the evening, as the toilet was emgaged, took the opportunity to empty bladders into this poor souls brand new scooter helmet and decorated it with a large floater, if you catch my drift.

Never spoke to him again.
In our defence, he was an arse.

Galaxy S3 mini. £17 , O2 monthly. Great wee phone for that money.

If independance is important to you, move out.
If you can bear the sound of your rutting parents, desperately trying to rid theirselves of a lecherous hanger on, nightly, then £50 a lifetime seems reasonable.
Man up and move out.
How can you expect to raise children when you can barely wipe your own arse?

Column – We all know why.

That is all.

And they say the Scots can party.

And Scottish?

Roger, I rest my case.

Beg to differ Roger my old fruit. Just means we savour our rare victories all the more and are never arrogant enough to assume we are better than our opponents.

Manly men types lookin for babies to eat or poofy morris dancers to taunt.

JAWS – Thats all.

I was asked to pay 1/3rd of my take home pay when i started my apprenticeship. This covered meals, laundry and a room to do with what i liked. Everything else, i.e. clothes, transport etc, i paid for myself. This was the arrangement, like it or lump it, til i got married at 22. God bless them though, when i did eventually leave the roost, i was rewarded with the grand total of hee haw. You get nothing for nothing in this life.

iLuv isp100.
Cheap as chips and unbelievable sound for something that fits in your pocket.
3.5 mm jack. 3 x AAA batteries. got this for under £15 on e bay. Even after checking reviews that claimed surprise when first used, I was pleasantly surprised when plugged into my phone ( Galaxy Ace).