#Sharia Don’t Like it!!

Getting ready to go see The Eagles at The Glasgow Hydro.

Meeting friends at 3, drinks, dinner, drinks, concert, drinks and dancing!!

Probably finish the night in the usual classy Glasgow way ,, Chicken Pakora and chips on the way home!! 🙂

Anyhoo normally before I gig, I’m playing whatever band I’m going to see.

But today I came across this remix of The Clash by Luxxury and can’t get it out my head.

Sharia don’t like it .. But I do!!

Online Dating – Wasted Time? ……………………… #TheEagles

Well baby, there you stand
With your little head, down in your hand
Oh, my God, you can’t believe it’s happening again
Your baby’s gone, and you’re all alone
And it looks like the end.

And you’re back out on match.com!! 🙂
And you’re tryin’ to remember.
How do you start it over?
You don’t know if you can.
You don’t care much for a stranger’s touch,
But you can’t hold your man.

You never thought you’d be alone this far down the line
And I know what’s been on your mind
You’re afraid it’s all been wasted time

Another love has come and gone
And the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own:
“Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone.”

So you can get on with your search, baby, and I can get on with mine
And maybe someday we will find , that it wasn’t really wasted time

I love that song, one of the lesser known songs from The Eagles 1976 album Hotel California, desperately sad lyrics of lost love and struggling to move on.

I was a kid back then and The Eagles with their country rock sounds of love, loss, drugs and excess barely registered with this young wannabe-punk.

It may have been American Rock at its finest, but it was so dated compared with the UK punk and pop of the day with The Stranglers and Sex Pistols.

However, the music has passed the test of time while the pop and punk has largely faded away.

That particular song I heard one night flicking through music on random on my iTunes full of albums I’ve collected over the years.

The song was originally the last track on the A-side of the LP, largely ignored because you’d move the stylus back to hear Hotel California again!

But occasionally the album played on, only for the stylus to be removed as at the time, for me it was rather depressing.

Back around the time of my marriage break-up, that song clicked .. even listening to it now, it resonates of dark days and memories that I’d rather forget.

In my own opinion, The Eagles captured that perfectly in this song.

Speaking to people online, you hear the same stories of heartache and loss., People at various stages of self-recovery, some using dating as a crutch, some angry with the world, some nowhere near ready to move on.

But you have to .. you do .. because you can’t go back .. but take my advice .. just tread carefully and don’t jump in too far too soon.

As the song fades out on the album, the surprising orchestral reprise kicks in, so different from the other tracks on the album, sad and poignantly closing the A-side as the memory of the rock fades.

Tomorrow night, The Eagles bring their History tour to The Hydro, Glasgow and this ex-wannabe-punk-but-my-mammy-widnae-let-me is really looking forward to the show!

I’ve looked at the set-list and it looks fantastic, but missing this song. .. maybe I should have wrote about my other favourite song of theirs Desperado instead!! 🙂

Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin’, but there’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it’s too late

Yeah I know!! 🙂

Or how about their sexiest song …

One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights
We’re gonna find out pretty mama what turns on your lights
The full moon is calling, the fever is high
And the wicked wind whispers and moans
You got your demons
You got desires
But I got a few of my own

Oooh someone to be kind to in between the dark and the light
Oooh swear I’m going to find you …
One of these nights!!

Have a great weekend whatever you are doing!!

Do You Know Why The Caged Bird Sings? ………. #MayaAngelou

Yesterdays passing of Maya Angelou saddened me, not only was she a fine strong feisty independent woman, but she reminded me of my Aunt Rose, strong, proud, union activist,, Glasgow City Councillor and stand-in mum of my dad and uncles and surrogate Grandmother to all of their kids including me and all my cousins.

Maya, lived a life and a half, from childhood poverty, prostitution, being raped, touring Europe as a dancer, experiencing life and writing about it. She became a voice for the black and female under-classes of America, a true states-woman and voice of the people, activist for civil rights with Martin Luther King Jnr and Malcolm X, her opinion was requested and respected by various presidents.

I was first introduced to Maya’s work as a child, when my Aunt Rose came back from working as a Nanny in the States bringing home Maya’s book “I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings”. It sat on her beside cabinet or on the book-shelf with the set of encyclopaedias that us grand-kids used to read from cover to cover with wondrous awe.

With such an enigmatic title I asked Rose to explain what it meant and she told me Maya’s story of poverty and her rise against adversity, missing out the parts that a child needn’t know.

Rose, was aged 12 when her mother left my Grandfather running away with a married man, heading south to England, not to be seen and largely unheard of for the next 42 years and as a child we never knew this woman and I can’t call her Gran because it would be disrespectful to my other Gran who was there for us, doing all the things that grannies do.

When she left, my Grandfather, was stationed overseas as there happened to be a war on at the time, so Rose was left to look after my dad (10) and my uncles Mick (8) and Eddie(2).

What kind of woman does that? Leaves her 4 kids including a baby aged under 2? When she finally came back in the 90s we found out, but that’s a different story.

Rose, was a matriarch, mother to her brothers and becoming surrogate Grand-mother to their kids.

As a young adult, she worked in various small jobs, leaving for America to work as a nanny for a few years and coming home when we were kids. She became an inspector in the Rolls Royce factory in Hillington, Glasgow verifying the quality of the Aero-Engines parts that were manufactured. Rose realised that she was paid much less than the men doing the same work, that was her beginning as a campaigner for women’s rights.

Rose became a union activist, fighting for equality both in and out the work-place. She often won her argument, because she was clear, concise and her arguments were irrefutable and her personality was irresistible. She was a fiery red head and she wouldn’t back down just because you were a man.

Family legend tells the story of Rose going to football at Celtic park or Ibrox with her brothers, back in those days stadiums were largely grubby, dank places and men only. She campaigned and won her argument to have woman’s toilets introduced.

Rose joined the Labour party, becoming a Councillor for her home area of South Nitshill, sitting on various committees and serving the people of her area with very little monetary reward. She fought for better social housing and when said houses were built a street was named in her honour.

As a child, Rose was there for all of us grand-kids, we spent regular Saturday nights at her house were we would be tossed in the bath and warned that we’d better be scrubbed from head to foot or she would come in and do it with the scrubbing brush and you really didn’t want that!

Back in the those days, she was a very glamorous woman, we used to watch her getting red to go out, those were the late 60s, early 70s and days of big hair, long dresses and cleavage on display.

Big Rose she was known as, a big-hearted, big boobed, tell it as it is woman and you dare not mess with her or she’d sort you right out!

Rose was a singer, she’d often sing at family parties, as everyone did back then, She sang with soul from Ella Fitzgerald’s Someone To Watch Over Me, to the traditional Danny Boy.

Rose and my Auntie Tricia were a couple of single woman, going to dances, then turning up at our house at 11am for a cup of tea and to call a taxi, She’d come in and we’d be sitting on the couch watching tv, Rose and Tricia would sit on our knees, squashing us and ask for kisses, smothering us kids in big wet ones as we laughed and tried to fight them off

Growing up, Rose was a foil for any argument you had, frankly I remember being an arse with some daft ideas, but Rose soon put them in place and we learned from her.

I learned that If you wanted to argue with her you’d better have your facts straight and you’d better not be selfish or she’d gently tear a hole in you.

Somewhere back in my 20s as the eldest grand-child, we became friends as well as family, speaking about life and growing up and again I learned from her.

Somewhere in the mists I came across the poem “Phenomenal Woman” by Maya Angelou and its lines about being a woman, maybe not the prettiest, but strong, feisty and desirable made me think of her.

Over the years, I’ve read many works by Maya Angelou, finding them inspirational and educational, particularly “I Rise”, appreciating what it was like to be an under-class within an under-class., a black woman in a white man’s world.

Maya had humble beginnings and a fantastic life, as did my Auntie Rose, both of them faced adversity and overcame.

Do you know why the caged bird sings?

They sing because their spirit cannot be broken by the mental chains or walls that surround them.




The Platform Lovers – Missing? ……….. ….. #Loss

Carol Ann missed John like …

A – A hole in the head?
B – The deserts miss the rain
C – Crazy?
D – All of the above?

The honest answer was D, she had been through all of these emotion in cycles over the past few months, sometimes putting on a brave face or a stiff upper lip, showing the world her determination to get on with her life without him.

But the truth was, at night, tucked up in what used to be their bed alone she couldn’t sleep thinking about him and she missed him.

There you have it, she missed him, hated him, but still missed him, cried for him, longing for his presence in the bed beside her, his warm breathe against her neck and his arm flopping over her side.

In her weaker moments, she wanted everything to go back to the way they used to be. The way things were before he had his affair with Aileen and subsequent liaison, falling pregnant and leaving her to be with his unborn baby.

At times she understood why he had the affair, but then she would tell herself that there were no excuses, no justification for cheating on her, even if he had been tempted. John had crossed the line, simple as that, it was over, well it should be.

The reality was that he was gone, moved in with Aileen, he was already getting on with his life and so should she.

She told herself that she should put on the brave face, keep her chin up and her tears dry, putting a mask on to the outside world smiling and telling them that she was doing fine.

But she still missed him.

She was afraid to tell her best friends Lesley and Veronica about her feelings. She had told them about what had happened, about the affair, about the pregnancy, but she didn’t tell them how much she missed him.

“Bastard” they called him, nothing but a dirty cheating slimy bastard, Lesley even stating that she had never really liked John which only confused Carol Ann because often they seemed very close, how can you put up a front like that and not really like someone?

Lesley and Veronica were good friends, doing what good friends do, not pushing her into anything else, just being there to listen, a bottle of wine and a box of tissues, sitting in the kitchen eating antipasti selections from Marks and Spence and putting her world to rights.

But it was all theory, people never really know what you are thinking and how you really feel.

Have you ever been there?

Knowing that the person that you love has moved on, maybe they have hurt you by their actions, maybe just leaving you was hurt enough. You put on that brave face and you try to get on, but despite all the platitudes from friends, telling you that you’re better off out without them, you still want them and would roll the clock back if you could.

I have, it hurts, aches, like a part of you has been surgically removed, your head says one thing and your heart says another as logic battles with emotion in the fight for your soul.

It’s traumatic, if you want to lose weight quickly .. somehow arrange for your partner to leave suddenly for no fault of your own .. I bet you lose half a stone in the first week!

But all that turmoil doesn’t get you anywhere .. right?

One night at 4am you realise that the only person awake in this relationship is you .. do you hear me? The only person awake in this relationship, torturing yourself and stopping yourself from functioning normally is you .. so STOP It.

Carol Ann couldn’t sleep at night, every night. She couldn’t function but thankfully her work understood and she could take as much time as she needed.

It was like being stuck in a bad dream, Groundhog Night, she played the same things over in her head, snippets of arguments, comments that he made and tried to make sense of them, if there was a hidden meaning that she had missed at the time.

She wondered if she could have done anything better?

If she had been sexier or more attentive, made the effort for him, then maybe he wouldn’t have left her?

They had been together so young, they had a health sex life, but it wasn’t the biggest thing in their life’s, she wondered if that’s why he left, because Aileen did something for him that she didn’t, that he had desires that she hadn’t cater for?

But despite all that inner conflict and self–doubt, the outcome was the same, he was gone, lying in Aileen’s bed less than half a mile from here.

Carol Ann closed her eyes and told herself that she had to get on with her life.


This is a follow on to the following chapter from her husbands point of view.


The 5 stages of grief .. Denial, Anger Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance .. whether it’s the death of a loved one or the breakup of a long-term relationship, we all go through them.

If we understand them I reckon that it helps.


Sometimes ..

Somedays it don’t come easy …

Somedays it don’t come hard ..

Somedays it don’t come at all ..

And these are the days that never end!!

Sometimes, theres just nothing to write about,  inspiration fails to come or you just don’t have the time.

So I’ll write about that!

Bank Holiday weekend,  enjoyed seeing my mostly estranged mate.

You see we had a fall-out after The Stranglers gig back at the start of March,  something pathetically stupid and barely any communication since then,  a couple of bruised male egos or petted lips and to be honest I’d drew a line on it.

I’ve mentioned him before and no doubts that if we have met and you really do know me then you’ll know what a prick he is!

But your pal is your pal right?

Yeah .. I know .. Bro-mance at its best!

So was good to see him on Friday night,  enjoyed the chat and get everything back on an even keel-ish.

Nothing exciting apart from that,  took my youngest daughter shopping for her prom dress .. all sorted with dress and matching bag,  now just the shoes to go.

Had a thought .. its kind of wrong that a dad is doing this and her mum is missing out .. don’t you agree?

Even if her mum is reaping what she has sewn,  some occasions are just meant for mums,  so I’m going to invite her over before the prom and let her get Claire sorted out.

Some things are just the right thing to do.


Prince is King!

Last nights gig with Prince at The Hydro was FANTASTIC!!

I had high hopes and he delivered,  even better than expected if thats possible?

No time to write a full review but lets say that he is a far superior artist and musician when compared with other World Class artists that I’ve saw over the life of this blog including Madonna and Lady Gaga.

Madonna was frankly garbage .. good day out spoiled by the gig.

Lady Gaga was fun,  but disappointing as she spoke too much.

Prince was on stage for 2.5 hours and a number of sets,  the hits,  the piano set,  the guitar set and then left us wanting more .. as he said,  “I’ve written so many hits,  can you come back tomorrow?”

What a guy!!

Review of last nights show can be found here


Tonight .. cos I’m versatile .. its those old punks The Rezillos with Fae Fife ( from fife) at Glasgows Oran Mor ..  not really my choices but my mates are on freebies.

You Don’t Have To Be Beautiful .. #Prince #Glasgow

Tonight .. Prince plays The Glasgow Hydro.

Yeah, yeah, I know that he isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but he is part of the music of my post-adolescent youth and I spent many an occasion on a dance-floor bopping along with the latest Prince album.

Fact is, some songs like the opening bars to Superstition by Stevie Wonder or Prince’s Kiss just make you want to dance .. and if they don’t then call a paramedic because you’re already dead.

Prince has courted controversy, like Madonna, they will play the game to get attention .. it’s what they do. It’s a business and that’s what sells product.

If you have ever used the phrase “The Artist formerly known as” … please stop reading this now, you are a complete idiot and I don’t want you hanging around my blog any longer!! 🙂

Don’t you know that he was taking the piss out of the media and marketing that goes on with the music industry .. just because he could?

When the tickets went on sale a few weeks ago, they went like hot-cakes, the web pages were overloaded and I almost lost out.

Apparently there was a pre-sale for customers of the SSE, and I’ll need to get my name on their list.

The tickets arrived in due course and happened to have Prince emblazoned upon them in big bold letters.. none of that t TAFKA nonsense.

Since the Hydro opened last August with its capacity of 13k, it has taken most of the business away from than its neighbour the SEC with capacity of 8k, leaving its smaller sister the all-seated Clyde Auditorium to host artists that don’t have the following of its big sisters or artists who’s following or content demand a seated audience.

There’s a venue for everyone on Glasgow’s Clydeside including the host of tribute bands and niche artist that play the baby of the family, The Ferry, a small but usually packed out ship that used to operate as the link across the Clyde at Renfrew.

I love going to see tribute bands there, great fun on a Friday or Saturday night being up close and personal, enjoying the musicianship and appreciating that these guys often work harder than the real deal and often just to cover their costs. The buzz of the audience is what makes it for them.

But tonight .. Prince is playing Glasgow and I can’t wait!

Kiss!! 🙂