Damn bloody hot weather. I am not designed for this kinda heat. Being Scottish of the fair hair and skin variety I am designed for cloudy, light to moderate winds with a fine drizzle and a maximum temperature of 17Celsius. Because I am blue skinned, the sun makes me turn from blue to white to crispy in a matter of minutes.

Bring on the normal summer weather.....

"I'm always amazed that people will actually choose to sit in front of the television and just be savaged by stuff that belittles their intelligence." - Alice Walker

That pretty much sums up my thoughts on reality television. Steaming pile o'shite.......



Stupid game alert













Edited to ask, what do the coulours on your posts mean on the beta site? Just some friends come up blue, others yellow. I am confused.....

Well that was quite enough moaning from me.


Here is something not related to feeling sorry for myself.

You know if you are a true Glaswegian if you can


1.Ye can properly pronounce McConnochie, Ecclefechan, Milngavie,
Sauchiehall, St Enoch, Auchtermuchty and Aufurfuksake.
2. Ye actually like deep fried battered pizza fae the chippie.
3. Ye get four seasons in wan day.
4. Ye canny pass a chip/kebab shop withoot sleverin when yer blootert.
5. Ye kin fall about pished withoot spilling yer drink.
6. Ye see people wear shell suits with Burberry accessories - pure
class!
7. Ye measure distance in minutes.
8. Ye kin understaun Rab C Nesbitt and know characters just likehim, in Yer ain family.
9. Ye go tae Saltcoats cos ye think it is like gaun tae the ocean.
10. Ye kin make hael sentences jist wae sweer wurds.
11. Ye know whit haggis is made ae and stull like eating it.
12. Somedy ye know his used a fitba schedule tae plan thur wedding dayDate.
13. You've been at a wedding and fitba scores are announced in theChurch/Chapel.
14. Ye urny surprised tae find curries, pizzas, kebabs, fish n chips,Irn-bru, fags and nappies all in the wan shop.
15. Yer holiday home at the seaside has calor gas under it.
16. A big flash car has a ned at the wheel.
17. Ye know irn-bru is a hangover cure.
18. Ye learnt tae sweer afore ye learnt tae dae sums.
19. Ye actually understand this and yurr gonnae send it tae yer pals.
20. Finally, you are 100% Glaswegian if you have ever said/heard these Words...

how's it hingin
Clatty
Boggin
Cludgie
Pished
Get it up ye
Wee beasties
Arse bandit
Amurny
Away an bile yer heid
Peely-Wally
Humphey backit
Ba'-heid
Baw bag
Dubble nugget

Gies a gonk ya dobber!

Jesus, my attempts at a relationship just get worse and worse.

After a really enjoyable night last night, I went round to the girls for dinner tonight, only to be met with an uneasy atmosphere. I then got hit with the '....... Honestly, it's not you, it's me. I think you are a really great guy, blah blah blah, .........'


Now, judging by my past record, and the number of times I have heard the same shit, I am more than convinced it is more a definite case of 'It is you, it's not me....'


Anyway, I am off to get some sleep, and plan a way of turning myself into a cold uncaring bastard of a guy. Seemingly women like that more than a nice guy.

































































Fuck.

Went for dinner last night with the lady friend. It was very civilised and grown up. So much so, that I felt out of place, in a poper restaurant with grown up restaurant style food. (Small portions, tasty, nice looking, but mainly small).

A link 'borrowed' from lexusboo
funny hah ha

He was a wartime hero, the kind that money buys
It's a diamond bracelet, for my mommy's memory
That's all she wrote boy

I love eating. Eating is good. It is even better when you body does not try to eject it as quickly as it possibly can, fom wherever it can in a liquid form.


I am now recovered from whatever the hell it was I had. Cheers for the thoughts and hopefully nobody caught anything from a contaminated journal entry....

Well, I phoned the doc to make an appointment to see about my "stomach trouble" over the past few days. Got a call back from the nurse a couple of hours later, asking me what kind of symptoms I had.

"Hmm, it sounds like viral gastroenteritis. It is going around at the moment. Most people are better within 5-7 days. If you are still unwell after the weekend, bring in a sample and we'll check it's nothing else. In the meantime, avoid dairy products, anything but bland food, and drink plenty of fluid."


Thanks.


So basically I have a virus, which is going around at the moment and if I don't get any better after 5-6 days, come back.


I'm sure I have heard some similar advice from a doctors before..... (like almost everytime I go the first time.......)


Obviously I don't expect a miracle pill which you pop and everything stops, but reading the back of packets "....if symptoms persist for more than 48 hours seek medical advice....." I thought that after 3 1/2 days I should give them a call, just to hear the reassuring info that it's just a virus...... maybe....... comeback later if you still feel like shit in 4 days....

Glad to hear they get paid £100,000+ to say what I could say, which is

"go away, wait til it gets better and if it doesn't come back later."


Stupid game....

Huge amounts of apologies to everybody.

I have not been making a concerted effort to ignore anybody. I have had very limited access to the net of late, have been away and for the past few days have been in bed or in the bathroom due to a chicken supper bought from a chip shop on Espedair Street.. Last night I slept downstairs on my couch, so it was less distance to travel to the bathroom.


Anyway, normal service will be resumed very soon. Thanks to everybody who commented on my last entries, and sorry again for not replying.



On another note, one of the bright moments of yesterday had to be



All I can say to that pic is good god almighty!!

This weekend was mostly spent driving to Inverness, going to my mates wedding (I never realised how long Catholic wedding services took before.......) getting ridiculously drunk and being driven home yesterday.

Thankfully I was not the random wedding drunk. That job was left to somebody else.

I still feel quite tender this morning although an 8 hour shift at work should change that.......

Well, for those of you who don't know, (ie everybody) I went out with the girl on Friday night.


Spent most of Saturday and today smiling. Hope I don't jinx things, but I like her and we get on pretty well.


Anyway, that is all.


Aye, fight and you may die, run, and you'll live... at least for a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM!!!!!

Well, my weekend didn't go to plan.

: Left Glasgow at 6.30, arrived in Inverness at 11.40, via 90 mins sitting in Layby 72 waiting for the AA to arrive and reattach my exhaust to my car.

: Some speed drinking in the pub and I managed to get through 4 pints and 3 double morgans before 1 AM.

: Got up at 7.30 and took my car to the garage to get the exhaust fixed. " No problem sir, we should be able to get that done today. It will cost £265 though." "Ok, as long as it is fixed" "No, wait a minute, we can't get one from our suppliers until Tuesday at the earliest."

: Left car to get temporary repair done, got a taxi which cost £28 and went paintballing until 4 PM.

: Almost didn't make it back to the garage to pick up my car before 5 which would have meant that it would have stayed there until Monday.

: Got back to the hotel and resumed drinking.

: Went for a massive curry and instantly lost the will to drink, due to exhaustion, a blossoming cold and paintballing injuries.

: Played pub golf for 2 rounds and went to the worst pub I have ever been to called Cactus Jacks. Quite possibly the worst pub in Scotland, it has girls dancing on the bar in a Coyote Ugly kinda way, except it was more Coyote absolutely rotten. At least they tried......... The clientele in said pub was mostly below the age of 18. Upstairs was a 'club', which could only be entered by crossing the stickiest carpet I have ever been on. Unfortunately we didn't make it in, as they had a dress code, which did not allow trainers!!!




Anyway, I eventually made it back home right in time for my man flu to really kick in, which resulted in a day off work yesterday....