A Past Of Her Own?


I want to love her
But I can’t
She’s got all the things 
that make her lovable
Then she spoils it
Passing sarcastic comment on my past

My past is past
I had a life before her
There were good times 
And bad times
Before I met her
I laughed, loved and cried
Before I met her

I very rarely talk about it
You may have read about it
She may have seen some old photographs
Online or in the back of a drawer
It doesn’t mean I’m longing for
what went before

But it happened
Good times, bad times
They make you
What you are 

So what makes you what you are?
Loveable but insecure
What damaged your psyche such
That it makes you angry 
looking at pics of me having fun
With someone else 
Before we met?

I want to love her
But I can’t
She’s got all the things 
that make her lovable
Then she spoils it
Looking too closely at my past
As if she doesn’t have a past
Of her own

La Belle and I at The Real Hoosewifes of Glasgow City,   Should be a hoot!

Can just imagine the demographic. 

Compare and contrast with the above.

I should fit right in! 🙂

The Ignorance Of Being #English?


First off,  this isn’t an anti-English rant.  

I’m Scottish but a proud citizen of the UK and I have many English friends. 

People are people and in my experience there are good and bad everywhere and it’s not wise to generalise. 

But there’s always a few who let the side down and spoil it for everyone else who then gets tarred with the same brush. 

Take these idiotic Leceister City fans in Madrid last night,  singing about Gibraltar being theirs and not part of Spain. 

Legally they are correct, morally Gibraltar is part of mainland Spain.  

But why mention this when you are over to support your team play a game of football?     

No wonder people prejudge and don’t like the English as a nation. 

As I said, I have no problem with English people.   These football hooligans are arse holes who should be locked up and banned.   

They do not represent England as a nation where most people are welcoming and civilised in my experience. 
My only gripe about the ignorance of English is that as an English speaker we have a presumption that everyone else can speak our language. 

Right now,  tucked away in a remote island of Spain surrounded by Spanish, German, French and many other nationalities,   I’m amazed by how many of these people can converse almost fluently in English but I have no ability to speak in their language except for the basic pleasantries of Hello, Goodbye, Please, Thank You etc

It’s a failing   Not just personally but on our education system. 

It’s not as if the Givernment haven’t tried.  French or a similar language is mandatory in primary schools and in the first two years of secondary until pupils choose their subjects.  

The schools even try to arrange it so that you have no option but to take one language or other in your subject choices. 

As a kid,  I did French and like most others I hated it and didn’t see the need for it.     .When choosing my subjects it was French or German and having already did French for a few years and no German whatsoever it was a moot choice. 

Add in to the bargain that aged 14 i had a crush on JoanB and took the class so that I could be near her,  not that anything ever happened apart from scoring an average C in the final exam.    

My heart just wasn’t in it. 

That’s the thing,  as a nation we can try and force other languages down our kids throats but children are resistant unless they see a tangible benefit. 

For most Scottish kids, French is a complete waste of time.   Hardly anyone goes there on holiday as there are so many alternatives that offer better value. 

However a fortnight in a Spanish resort every year where you don’t have to speak Spanish except the pleasantries is not conducive to learning the language. 

What’s the solution?  

With limited resources it’s about making the best of what we have. 

I’d cut mandatory language education for the kids who aren’t interested.  But offer better education with trips abroad where only the chosen language is spoken to the kids who are interested can immerse themselves in their language of choice. 
What about the football hooligans?

The ignorance of only speaking English and the attitude of the football hooligan are related in my opinion. 

Being an English speaker does not make you a football hooligan. 

But if you’re a British football hooligan it’s a safe bet that you don’t speak any other languages or have experienced other cultures. 
It doesn’t really matter what team they support Leicester, Chelsea, England, Rangers or even my team Celtic. 

Arseholes will continue being arseholes until they realise there is a consequence for their actions. 

Last night the Spanish police went in heavy and made a few arrests.  Not really enough to deter the problem.  

For me,  if you cross the line and are arrested,   it’s an immediate 30 days in prison, maybe let you out after a fortnight if you behave yourself and promise to be a good boy. 

A bit Draconian,  but that’s the only language these people understand. 

Try explaining that to the wife or your boss on your one phone call.  

Kissing Frogs?

I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Dumbarton
Out on a sunny beach
Isn’t life a peach?

It’s been a while since I’ve seen some real sunshine. Scotland isn’t known for its heatwaves.   

I think we had a few days of glorious sunshine last year. But typically it was midweek and I was stuck in an office somewhere. 

Work .. a necessary evil to fund a decent lifestyle but my mantra of keeping it in perspective is that … I’d much rather be on a beach. 

Rather ironic that last year I didn’t have a sunshine holiday after two the previous year and the years before that. No holidays and no sunshine was pretty crap. 

I was stuck in Glasgow the whole summer .. oh what a bummer. 

So right now, heading way down south to a sunshine island in the middle of nowhere is pretty cool. 

La Belle as I call her on here, I’ve known her 12 years, we had a relationship for a while back then but circumstances, mainly work and child care, hers and mine, got in the way.  

She’s younger, better looking and moodier than me.   

Of course she’d say that I would say that.    

But it’s hormones, it goes with having tits. He generalised. 

But do you know a pre-menopausal or menopausal woman who isn’t moody?

Name one?

I rest my case!

Fortunately, like most relationships it’s about balance and the good outweighing the bad. 

Last week this holiday wasn’t happening. Who’d want to spend serious time with someone who does your head in?

She’s hanging over my shoulder right now, airplane seats are way to close and has just spotted that last statement.   

I could be in trouble. 

So in fairness, I’ll concede that doing each others head in is probably possibly maybe what we do best! 

La Belle, the beautiful woman, is pretty hot for an ordinary looking guy like me. 

I should and do consider myself lucky. But then I’ve never kissed a frog. 

Happy holidays!

What a weekend I’ve had. 

The Who in Glasgow on Friday with brother number 2. They banged out the hits including my personal favourites Baba O’Reilly and Won’t Be Fooled Again     

Its hard to grasp that these guys have been knocking out the hits for nearly 55 years since My Generation in 1963. There’s nothing old about these rockers. 

Saturday up early for the drive north then south to Ardlamont Point to join my mates wild camping on the beach. 

A walk along the beach and up the hills followed by a night around the campfire jamming and drinking with your best pals til 3am is part of what life is all about. 

Now a week in the sun with La Belle.  

Life is good. 

In fact, it doesn’t really get much better. 

Kids these days …. #Glasgow

la-la-land

Its 7am and I’m having a lazy day.

I was still awake before my usual alarm at 6:30am even although I’m not “officially” working for the next two weeks.

Somehow I’ve managed to wangle it that the consultancy I was working for are still paying me until the end of the month even although I’m already working elsewhere and have been for the past 3 weeks until they implemented their “furlough” on contractors over the Easter period.

Bummer ..  shit happens .. but when It does sell toilet paper and Imodium.

So I’m making the best of it and looking for a last minute sunshine holiday for a week.

Better get those invoices done tho .. I’m garbage at that self employed admin stuff.

Anyhoo …

My youngest daughter is also on a break from her university studies over the next few .. yep she should be studying and has course works to do etc.

But last night her and her bestie were getting ready at mine and heading out on the town .. because  .. “Dad nowhere opens until 11”. Continue reading “Kids these days …. #Glasgow”

A bit fit? #fitbit

So ..  it was my birthday last week.  My kids bought me a Fitbit Blaze   Basically a smart watch which monitors various aspects of your health and wellbeing.

I’ve got to tell you I was somewhat cynical to the claims made in its reviews of accuracy and functionality.

But hey I was born cynical!
However ..  I’m happy to report that after a week of wearing my device, it’s my new favourite toy.

I’ve found that it accurately monitors the number of steps, floors climbed, daily exercise routine or a lack of.

A personal highlight is that it produces an accurate assessment of my sleep pattern.  See screenshot above.

My sleep pattern is pretty awful, prior to starting this new job I’d be up until 1am most nights or sleeping at 10 then awake at 4.     That may still be the case as I need to start waking up at 630 and out at 730am and have been tired most nights.

But this records the sleep I’m getting.   Friday night and I’m out at 1030 and get over 7 hours sleep.  I’m amazed at that.

The best thing I’ve found though is that the Fitbit isn’t just a monitoring tool but is also a motivational tool.  Continue reading “A bit fit? #fitbit”