I have spent the evening manipulating Tommy Sheridan’s mother’s singing of The Impossible Dream onto computer for posterity. In fact I manipulated it so much I am seriously considering making it my mobile phone ring tone. How cool would it be for my phone to ring on a packed bus in the morning with her dulcet, velvety rich, life experienced tones rising gracefully out of my jacket pocket, reaching an audience of work weary bus travellers..?..
I had a really good Friday night. We discovered a new venue that I will frequent from time to time. Boho in the West End has a really good mix of clientèle and I was hard pressed to try and spot a ned. For toilet aficionados, the gents was a wonderful experience and clean, with no twigglets in the cubicles. If you are male, and appreciate nice girls, then Boho is for you..
One thing, never mix Tequila with Cocktails.. I’m not a tequila merchant, or a cocktailer and thankfully I’m glad of that. In the cocktail bar I saw people with expensive champagne about £100 a bottle. I want their day jobs.
£100 for drink that will soon be processed into a liquid which will pour out of the urethra is a bit too much for my scrooge like tendencies when it comes to alcohol. During my fat Elvis period I could drink anyone over and under the table. Now, in my underweight period I drink very little. The Glasgow artist Stuart Murray once said ‘ Two pints an hes embdys… ‘
( For non Glaswegians.. The translation of the quote is ‘ After quaffing two pints of beer, he will go with anyone ‘
I have noticed that my clothing budget is once again on the increase and its partly due to my personal hatred of ironing. My shirts end up usually half ironed with creases I cant get rid of and my trousers end up in the dry cleaners. Ironing hatred is costing me a small fortune.
Has anyone got useful tips on ironing? Especially trousers. Is it my iron?
The person that invents 100% crease less clothing will own the world. The best use for my iron was the toasted sandwich I made by using my iron a few months back.
I admire Mrs Sheridan’s confidence and couldn’t give a fuck attitude to her tone deaf singing.. Her singing remind me of an old Billy Connolly joke about Glaswegian singers who sustain notes far too long..
I thought I would mention this to the silent lurkers who come by my blog in their on going quest for information on the living legend. Why he hasn’t been given an OBE I don’t know. Ive not seen him around for quite some time. Maybe next time I will muster the courage to speak with him. My father claimed to have known him back in the 1970s for reasons lost in the midsts of time ( my theory on this is due to charity/kids entertaining gubbins that dad helped out with or organised) I always asked dad how he knew Glen. The reply I would get was ‘ Oh I cant tell you that son! ‘
Strange that..
A few years ago I was told an urban legend about Cecil. He was doing a hospital visit and gave a sick kid a couple of quid. I am uncertain if this is indeed true, but if you were the sick kid and are reading this as long as you did not die - make yourself known and confirm my story!
