Under The Sea
Its a Monday, so have this: I did that ages ago but haven’t ever bothered to do more. At some point I will draw out the others ones I’ve written including the one where he tries to get cancer from a photocopier just to end the torment of his daily life. Is it obvious I […]
Read moreCompletely Nuts
I slept in till about 1pm today. I feel a bit ashamed of this as I had planned to get up a bit earlier and do lots of stuff, but instead I went to see Tom and Nat after my gig last night, stayed until 4am and consequently have slept my day away like a […]
Read moreAngry Terrible Happy Things
I tend to come up with different non-gig things to write this blog about, and then such odd things happen at my gigs that its pretty hard not to talk about it. Last night was so laughably awful that I actually left feeling quite pleased with myself. Its odd when something like that happens and […]
Read moreChicken Foul
We had some home shopping delivered this morning. Its not something me and Layla normally do, having the ability to carry things and legs and a car to drive to a supermarket with. I also quite like the active running around and selecting things to eat, then no doubt getting carried away and buying cereal […]
Read moreMy Brain is on Strike
I’m trying to hammer my brain into gear this morning but it seems set on being highly useless. So far techniques have involved getting up and going straight out, thinking a walk and fresh air would work. Sadly it was a trip to the bank and the lady at the counter who insisted on guessing […]
Read moreThe Future Sounds Like A Synthesizer
The title was my favourite quote from yesterday, heard on a Radio 2 documentary about Spandeux Ballet and said by Martin Kemp. I love the idea that back in the 80s there was the assumption that the future would sound like something replicating something else. I just hope to god that synthesizer is not set […]
Read moreTV Times
I did nothing when I got home yesterday except shoot people on Modern Warfare, see Layla and catch up on telly such as Doctor Who. I felt this was deserved after my marathon train journey that started with a man at Glasgow Central telling me I had to go to Queen Street for my train, […]
Read moreThe Bare Cheek Of It
Last night, sitting in the Noodle Bar on Sauchiehall Street with Al Pitcher and Pat Monahan, a woman sat opposite us with her two friends. They had all staggered in, tripping over their own shoes and clutching on to each other with a desperation to get to some food before they collapsed in a heap […]
Read moreMan Will Heckle (Sort of)
When Simon Munnery got backstage at The Stand last night, he told us all of a man at the back of the room who was telling another man, someone he didn’t know, that he really wanted to heckle but didn’t know if he should. The other man was telling him that he never heckled and […]
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