Alone Not Lonely?

Funny how sometimes the more things change,  the more they stay the same. 

It’s past 2am here,  I’m wired and can’t sleep,  no particular reason,  no stress or worries. 

Do you ever get that?

I’ve had a fairly shit week,  stomach bug and time off work.  

Complaining about time off work?  

Jeez .. must be bad!    🙂

Today I’m back to normal,    Whatever that is?  

I had the guys over for band practice, a few new songs,  well new to us,  but all oldies of course. 

Here’s the thing,  the boys went home at 11,  we had a good night and we’re full of the joys,  but two of them were full of apologies about never taking a turn at their house. 

“It’s the wife you see” … and so it goes on .. blah blah fucking blah!

Not that I mind,  it’s much easier for them to cart a guitar here than me pack the keyboard etc and get it to theirs.    

I’m not even complaining about providing free beer and pizza. 
( for the PC among you  .. they only get one beer if their driving  .. and fuck off with that zero tolerance shit )

What I don’t get is as none of them have young kids and we don’t wreck the joint like some wannabe rock n roll band throwing the new telly out the living room window. 

Then why would their missus complain?

It’s only fair that we should all take turns dont you think?  

Personnally,  I don’t think I could handle being in a relationship were my partner didn’t like my friends coming over,  even if we do make a bit of noise for a while. 

Ever heard a bunch of women get together?     I rest my case!

But maybe that’s why I’m single?

Probably not the only reason .. and that cuts both ways to be fair! 

2:45am and I’m wired to the moon,  I’m not sleeping tonight. 

Right now John and Tommy will be cuddled into the soft warm derrière of Gillian or Diane. 

Now maybe that’s why the guys come here ..  to keep the peace!  🙂

Anyhoo .. I’m alone but not lonely,  how could I be?

Okay maybe just a tad! 

It’s a big house and its a bit too quiet .. apart from that eerie scratching noise!   🙂

But I was browsing my previous blogs and came across these from over 4 years ago. 

The more things change!

Maybe it could make you sad if you dwell on it. 

Here’s the rub.  .. it’s a choice. 

But on balance think I’d much rather have a fat-bottomed girl to snuggle in the darkness

Addendum – Just in case you’ve read this and you do feel lonely. 

Please keep in mind that it’s transient, a temporary state of mind and it will pass. 

But help yourself,     if you’re unhappy with some aspect of your life then change it. 

I appreciate that takes time,  but you own it.    You can make it happen. 

Stay beautiful. 

Wolf – Unintended?


She had never intended to become his mistress.

That’s not what she signed up for when she met him online back in 2012.

Single he said.

Available he said.

Divorced,  grown-up kids,  fit, intelligent and oh so interested in her.

He plied her with messages,  funny, witty lines, building rapport and making her feel good.

She smiled and laughed out loud,  enjoying the attention and flattery, completely unaware that his wife was lying sleeping upstairs.

How would she know?

How would you know?

When a practised player plays you so well?

That’s the mistake most women make online when dealing with players.  The obvious liars, cheats and chancers are easy to spot,  either playing the field sitting online but not replying as they have 10 conversations on the go,  or ghosting away because the wife is around or coming on too strong too soon and upping the ante to a sexual banter within a few messages to see if you are interested if that’s what you’re looking for. Continue reading “Wolf – Unintended?”

She is a model and .. #Kraftwerk 

She is a model and she’s looking good
I’d like to take her home that’s understood
Of course!   Goes without saying. 

The Model by Kraftwerk,  circa 1976?   

The first music of theirs that I can remember and groundbreaking in its electronic sounds that revolutionised music. 

What followed?  Bowie, Roxy, Gary Numan, Pet Shop Boys even David Guetta sites them as an influence. 

Last nights concert was fantastic,  not just for the music or the 3D imagery popping out the screen and coming right at ya.  

But it was both nostalgic and timeless, old songs updated,  the same melody but overlayed to create depth and a more complex beat. 

These few images don’t do it justice but that Mercedes seem to be within touching distance from my seat in the 7th row. 

Tonight Edinburgh you are in for a treat!


The Unheard Voice … 

It’s General Election Day in the U.K.     

This one has been called pretty soon after the previous one when David Cameron won in May 2015. 

Because the current prime minister Theresa May didn’t have an overall majority and was riding high in the polls so called the election to increase her number of seats. 

But here’s my issue ..

Who would you vote for?

Personally none of them,   It pains me to support any of these weak conniving agenda driven loathsome parties. 

Maybe we should look at each party’s manifesto and choose the one most aligned with our own viewpoint.  

But what happens when none of them do? 

For example,  Labour seem strong on social justice but are weak on immigration and will continue to allow the country to be flooded with people on the take without a proper immigration policy.  

Conservative … ha .. liars, weak,  say one thing and do another.  Ruined communities all over the UK. 

SNP … agenda driven manipulatiors.  Only want independence even although Scotland can’t afford it. 

Lib Dem … who?  

Minor parties … might as well not bother. 

So you understand my apathy.    

But I’m not alone.   Have a look at the following stats.

The Conservatives won the last election with only 24% of the people registered to vote,  Labour were second with 20%. 

But look at the non-voters like me,  34% of people who are registered to vote choose not to. 

We choose not to be part of party politics because they don’t represent us. 

You might say that’s weak,  that wasting our vote allows the winning party to ride roughshod over us. 

And you’d be half right,   It does allow people we find disdainful to run the country.  But it isn’t weak. 

Compare these stats with high number of people who voted for single decision votes like BREXIT or Scottish Independence. 

On those the voting turnout was high.    

 The people including those apathetic to party politics turned out in high volumes and voiced their opinion. 

Now imagine you could harness that vote,  capture that unheard voice and let it speak on the issues,  not the parties. 

Why not?

We all have unique National Insurance numbers and Passport numbers,   We have internet access. 

So why not let the people vote on all of the big issues directly not let these be decided by the parties. 

Let the existing parties present their agenda based arguments but let the people decide,  not the MPs controlled by the whips and your individual vote is lost.     
This isn’t democracy.  It’s an illusion of it.    

It’s a choice between a poke in the eye or a kick in the balls and I refuse to take part in their game. 

Let’s kill off agenda driven party politics and deal with the issues. 

You might say I’m a dreamer,  but I’m not the only one. 

Old Gold Dream? … #SimpleMinds

New Gold Dream
She is the one in front of me, 
the siren and the ecstasy
New Gold Dream
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Simple Minds played the Glasgow Royal Concert Hall last night,  a relatively small venue for them as they are normally sssiciated with stadiums or arena venues. 

The gig was a stripped down acoustic set,  no synths,  three guitars, percussion,  Jim on lead vocal and the gorgeous foxy Sarah Brown on backing and occasional lead vocals. 

The band have just released an album Simple Minds Avoustic and the tour is obviously to generate sales. 

But what came first?   The music or the marketing?

The music obviously.  But it’s a business,  no one gets to keep producing new music unless it sells.   

Jim mentioned last night that the band had recently had a few tough years.   

I expect that their new material doesn’t sell as it’s just not as popular as it was except with those rare die-hard fans. 

Their tour a few years ago at Glasgow Barrowlands was pushing their 5 from 5 allbum with 5 tracks taken from each of their first 5 albums. 

Their last tour which took in the Glasgow Hydro was mainly a greatest hits tour with a few recent tracks thrown in for toilet breaks. 

But they were still better than U2 or New Ordervwjo were both touring within weeks of each other.

Last night,  they rocked the place. 

In all my times at the Glasgow Royal Concert Hall,  which is quite a sedate venue for a rock band as it’s all seated.   This was the only time that everyone was on their feet from the start. 

The hits came one after an other at a blistering pace.   But what made this for me was Jim chatting and joking with the audience.    

As a guy he’s mellowed and I’m sure he appreciates what he has now more than ever.     His dad was in the audience and Jim played tribute to him and a few other family members of the band for giving them the money to get started 40 years ago. 

There were a few surprises along the way, a tribute to Bowie playing his song Andy Warhol from Hunky Dory was for me a bizarre choice when there are so many more well known Bowie songs to choose from which would be more accessible to the audience. 

The final encore was a nice touch were Steve Harley of Cockney Rebel joined the band for a rousing rendition of Come Up and See Me ( Make Me Smile)

You certainly did that. 

My brother and I went home .. or back to the pub as high as a kite and wishing we could do it all again today. 

The Minds are part of the soundtrack of our youth,   A time when we had our full life’s ahead of us and everything was possible. 

Now call me an Old Gold Dreamer,  but I like to think it still is. 

What a weekend I have ahead?

The Minds last night,  my bestie for a curry tonight, a Bowie tribute band at Oran Mor tomorrow night and going to see the Celtic finish the league unbeaten and pick up the title again. 

Life is good. 

Because we make it that way. 

We Hate Catholics?

Did you see the fitba last week?

What a doing that was .. 5-1 to the famous Glasgow Celtic over that team in blue that play out of Ibrox.   

A complete humiliation and even better that it was at their own stadium in front of 48000 home fans. Many of whom had left with 25 minutes to go. 

Nothing like supporting your team! 🙂

Actually nothing like supporting your team, These people aren’t football fans. They are an outdated sectarian underclass who gather to sing their songs of hatred and bigotry with impunity. 

Their latest charming ditty “We hate Catholics” passes without comment in the compliant Scottish media indicating where their loyalties lie. 

Imagine swapping Catholics for Jews or Moslems and there would be an outcry in the presss. 

They are indeed a stupid, contemptible group of Neanderthals. 

But worse ….  as the Rangers quarters of the stadium emptied while the game was still in play and the Celtic fans were in full voice joyfully singing about winning 10 leagues in a row,   This poor kid above was standing dejected with his fingers in his ears. 

I’m sure he’s a lovely boy,  he reminds me of my own son when I started taking him to see the Celtic  20 years ago.  

He is the future of the Rangers support and more than likely follows the team that his dad and grandfather supported. 

I wonder if he had his fingers in his ears while his own support were singing “We hate Catholics” or did he gleefully join in?

That kid is their future and he has a choice between right and wrong,  football songs or religious bigotry.  

If he was my son,  I wouldn’t expose him to such bile.   It’s a game if football for heavens sake and the team in green has never cared about anyone’s religious allegiances so singing about Catholics is not about Celtic,  but rather about the Rangers supports twisted hateful mind-set. 

But I fear that the kid probably doesn’t even understand the significance of their hatred and joins in because that’s what he’s learned at home where there has been generations of religious intolerance. 

Poor kid,  born into hatred,  I can only hope he sees how unacceptable it is. 

For the record,  I’m a well lapsed Catholic.  Many of my friends are Rangers fans  but I’ve lost a few over the years when they’ve made derogatory remarks about Catholics, Taigs or Fenians. 

It’s the equivalent of calling a black guy a Nigger,   Completely unacceptable. 

Work Stories – Caught!

Feels like ages since I uttered any of my barely coherent gubberings!

Sorry blog,  I’ve not been deliberately ignoring you. 

I started a new job a few months ago,   designing systems for a global communications company.    They are massive with a 27million customers in the U.K. and covering most households and commercial premises with one product or other. 

Blah blah ..  I’m only there for the poppy!

Anyhoo,  they see contractors like myself as a necessary but unwanted expense and they like their pound of flesh.    I was made aware that the monitor the electronic access points and management get reports of when you enter or leave the building. 

An 8 hour day,  plus minimum 30 minutes lunch is long enough even before the addition of my commute of an hour each way.   

Thankfully the new M8 changes have made that 45 minutes which is acceptable although not as good as my last role at a bank in Glasgow leaving the house at 830 and home for 530.  Now it’s 730 and home after 6.  

A much longer day and something I’ve realised is that time is the only thing that is really valuable.  

Much more precious than money.  

Anyway,  I’ve not had much time for blogging.    

But I had written a ditty called Fun-Parks,  a celebration of shapely women. 

It wasn’t complete,  almost there when my manager asked me for a word,   Seems that I’d been caught writing my blog and was told to desist. 

I’ve cut all internet access,  I just don’t do it.   Maybe cutting off my nose to spite my visog and I’m the only loser there,  but fuck them,  if that’s the game their playing then I’m not playing. 

So now I’m there under duress,  taking the money,  but hating it.    

I was this close to just walking away,  but as I’ve only been there a short time then it wouldn’t be good reputationally,   I’ll see out the remainder of the contract but I am so out of this. 

To paraphrase Oscar Wilde,  Work is the scourge of the blogging classes!