...didnt realise its been a month since I last posted.
See this lap-top-still-donald ducked caper! - the people I got to de-bug it the last time, just two days after getting the frontage of their shop all painted up have shut up shop, the swines.
Just need to find someone else who can de-bug the thing - hopefully for buttons.
Well, went to T-in-the-Park, or T - on my own. Took 3 hours to do a journey I can normally do in 30 mins. Cos Ive been going to the gym, moving the gear was a doddle. Tent up - no problemo.
Then the fuckin' rain started, not much, just sma' rain. Dosnt feel like much but gets through everything. This continued more or less till Sunday, dinnertime then it got hot and sunny.
Highlights on the Saturday.
Franz Ferdinand - pissing with rain, breath condensing in front of your face and they still played a blinder.
Placebo - hadnt heard any of their stuff before, didnt waste time with crap chat and let the songs speak for themselves. Great guitar work and vocals.
Red Hot Chilli Peppars - patter between the songs - esp. if it was Flea talking a bit naff but fantastic group who seemed genuinly pleased with the reception they got from the fans.
Kaiser Chiefs - seen them twice now, songs OK but they really know how to work a crowd and get everyone moving. Maximo Park should take note.
Goldfrapp - dont know which I liked more - this band or the hot donuts and hot chocolate I wired into when I was watching them . Well, it helped me heat up.
Highlights on the Sunday.
Proclaimers - got the crowd singing along.
Magic Numbers - good band, but the wee thing one of the lassies played was like something primary one schoolkids would play - better.
The Strokes - pure shite, really disapointed in them.
The Who - pure class. Only one song I didnt know the words to - from the forthcoming album. The encore was a reprise of Tommy so I was in my element. Not many bands at T where I knew the words to the songs.
Steak baguette at dinner time and a chicken and black bean sauce when I was trying to find the exit to the campsite.
Monday - 5 hours to get home. If I get tickets for next year, I'll turn off at Dollar, go through Tillicoultry and take the Stirling road home, none of this fucking around for the Kincardine bridge route - thought I'd burned out the second gear. I've got to punch the fucker sometimes to get it to go in gear now.
Back at work now - roll on the next holiday, towards the end of August.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Holidays are here again...
...never thought I would make it to holiday time but thank fuck I made it, without killing anyone I work with either - although there are a few whose jackets are on very shaky nails...
The Sun's shining, I'm going through to the wee Barra's later, she wants to go to Aberfoyle to the Mad Garden centre, for some mental wee pavers wi' mad faces on - the ones I was going to get her but she refused on the grounds that they were tacky, now she quite likes the idea of a few of them in the garden.
Good, cos I fancy a couple of the wee mad mental dragonflies for the garden at the van.
Get to take the dog for a walk for the first time in a couple of weeks as well.
Miss that daft wee sod when I'm through here, then again, I miss the cats when I dont get to spend much time with them either. When I wasnt well through the week there, they made sure one of them at least was by my side at all times, probably willing me to recover so I could open another tin for them.
Its the thought that counts.
The Sun's shining, I'm going through to the wee Barra's later, she wants to go to Aberfoyle to the Mad Garden centre, for some mental wee pavers wi' mad faces on - the ones I was going to get her but she refused on the grounds that they were tacky, now she quite likes the idea of a few of them in the garden.
Good, cos I fancy a couple of the wee mad mental dragonflies for the garden at the van.
Get to take the dog for a walk for the first time in a couple of weeks as well.
Miss that daft wee sod when I'm through here, then again, I miss the cats when I dont get to spend much time with them either. When I wasnt well through the week there, they made sure one of them at least was by my side at all times, probably willing me to recover so I could open another tin for them.
Its the thought that counts.
Inernet Cafe...
...that used to be Smiths the Bookshop. A couple of years ago this place covered 3 floors, and the middle (ground floor) bit is the only bit left and its halved in size.
Had my bag nicked here a couple of years ago.
Fucking cunts.
£2 for an hour - not bad but annoying when that bloody things still sitting at home donald-ducked.
And the Orange walk is passing outside, thought Fuck, sectarian bastards when I saw the muster at the Renfrew ferry from the train, but when I heard them playing the Sash - all the memories of watching the bands with Ma, Da, Mattie, Guy, all ther cousins - keeping a look-out for Ella and Wullie with their sash's walking with the Springburn Lodge, Gavin & Jane playing in the band, Ella's party's all came back .
When your 10, the best bit was at the Park after the bands had gone, hardly anyone listened to the religious/political speeches, they were too busy getting pissed or going into the bushes for a shag - and when your 10, you know how many sweeties you can buy with all the loose change that falls out of drunk/shagged out Orangemen's pockets.
Me and my cousins always found a bloody fortune.
Had my bag nicked here a couple of years ago.
Fucking cunts.
£2 for an hour - not bad but annoying when that bloody things still sitting at home donald-ducked.
And the Orange walk is passing outside, thought Fuck, sectarian bastards when I saw the muster at the Renfrew ferry from the train, but when I heard them playing the Sash - all the memories of watching the bands with Ma, Da, Mattie, Guy, all ther cousins - keeping a look-out for Ella and Wullie with their sash's walking with the Springburn Lodge, Gavin & Jane playing in the band, Ella's party's all came back .
When your 10, the best bit was at the Park after the bands had gone, hardly anyone listened to the religious/political speeches, they were too busy getting pissed or going into the bushes for a shag - and when your 10, you know how many sweeties you can buy with all the loose change that falls out of drunk/shagged out Orangemen's pockets.
Me and my cousins always found a bloody fortune.
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