You kept this one quiet.. It sounds great! Here was me thinking you were just taking a break..
I really need to take a leaf out of your book and start getting noticed for what I want to be noticed for instead of being noticed for wearing white shoes..
The football win over France last night was incredible and will remain in my mind forever, just like when we beat Holland 1-0 back in Novemember 2003 ( My reasons for remembering that day are very personal and pointless to mention )
It was great to be out in Glasgow last night. Everyone was so happy and everyone felt proud to be a Scot. To experience this in Glasgow is very very rare. In fact I have never experienced it. It was as if the cancerous West of Scotland bigotry was cured.
Last night one could talk about football in any bar without fear of a moron asking ‘ Wit team dae ye support? ‘ I never saw any trouble either.
For once everyone was Scottish. Why cant it always be like this? Especially in Glasgow?
I’m not rich. These days I’m comfortable and can afford things. I’m not of a shilling right now. This evening I came off the bus and it was raining. As my size 10 stepped onto the pavement from the bus, I noticed a soaking wet Bank Of Scotland £5 note lying on the kerb awaiting shelter in someone’s wallet.
I did consider taking it. I even looked around to see if anyone was close in case I decided to do so. But the upbringing came into force. My parents would have said it would have been wrong to take that fiver ( typical do-gooders.. never got them anywhere really )
So I didn’t take it. Taking the upbringing advice of dead people has now made me regret not taking that £5. I would have spent it well. No doubt someone with a drug fix to sustain has it now.
An old English teacher once told me that he could leave 500 yen in the streets of Japan, and he would be 100% confident it would be there the next morning.
I should be Japanese then.
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..?..
Yes. I would go that far.
Everyone has an impossible dream:
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..
