Seems a long time...

...since the last blog.
Had a fortnights holiday, unable to get T-in-the-Park tickets for this year so made do with watching it on the telly - looked good, and keeping the doors and windows open to get the temperature right and drank lots of cider.

Wasn't able to get through to Ticketoffice to get tickets for next year either when they went on sale.

When I wasnt doing that, I was up at the flat trying to decorate.

Well, scraping at @ 5 layers of paper, paint and backing papers and only managing to do one wall......and a good bit of it will need replastered.

That before I even get started with the washing down the woodwork, painting and papering.
Still, at least Ive started.

This is the second week back at work and I'm cheesed off already.

Bumped into a couple of armed polis in the shop down in the concourse. They'd been getting their dinner from the canteen and were getting ginger and sweeties from the shop. The asshole behind the counter was too busy trying to get a shot of their tazer to bother to serve me - they should have given him it in the bollocks.

Havn't spoken to B & D yet, they've probably found out by now about the terrorist attack at Glasgow Airport that took place the day after they flew out to the States.

Still think it hilarious that a couple of eejits thought they could pull off a suicide bombing type of thing in Glasgow and not get their heads kicked in by the locals....even if they had set themselves on fire.

It says a lot for the guy who gave such brilliant media interviews and played down his own effort, John Smeaton, that he's "cashed" in half of the money for the "pints" pledged to him at the airport hilton, giving half the money, @ 2 Grand and giving it to Erskine Hospital for ex-servicemen and using the remainder to organise a party for everyone else who was involved in preventing those idiots from carrying out carnage at Glasgow Airport.

We could do with more John Smeatons in this world.

Just remembered, loved the story about the taxi driver who joined in the fight to subdue one of the idiots.
The taxi driver kicked the would-be bomber in the balls and pulled a tendon in his foot.
The polis had to take his trainers for Forensics - they'd soaked up some of the material the clown had doused himself with before he put a match to himself, the Taxi Driver complained about that as "They were a good pair of Trainers".

Sorry, but if they were a Good Pair of Trainer, surly he wouldn't have damaged his foot?...

... and the Traffic Wardens gave him a parking ticket for abandomning his vehicle when he was giving witness statements to the polis.

Priceless eh?