I’m glad it isn’t #Christmas every day!

So that’s that for another year.

Spent a fortune on presents and food.

Enough left over to feed the 500.

Blessed to have family and young kids around to make it special.

Home made soup and a big dinner, a few bottles of prosecco.

Played charades and watched the new Billy Connolly DVD.

Cosmopolitans with the girls.

Had a nap.

A wee whisky for dad and large port for me.

Cheese board all to myself!

It wasn’t perfect.

But it was perfect enough and some times you just need to count your blessings.

1:45am and time to empty and refill the dishwasher.

Whoever sang “I wish it could be Christmas every day”. Was a complete fucking idiot! 🙂

Chances are that it was a guy with a wife who did all the hard work of planning, organising, preparation, cooking, serving and tidying up afterwards and went largely unappreciated while he sat back, ate like a king. drank wine and beer, fell asleep in front of the tv and enjoyed his day.

Whats the chances? 🙂

Merry Christmas one and all, I hope that you had as good a day I had.

Train Stories – Contagious. 

As we got on the train together she bumped me for a moment then I held back and let her pass as gentlemen do.

She was just that little bit pushy, her need or urgency to get in and grab a seat seemed greater than mine.

She’s sitting across from me now.

Late 40s, long dark hair, slim, probably a bit too slim.

Yep that’s right, being too slim is a real thing.

Personally I don’t know many guys who like skinny women.

Slim is good as long as there is shape, curves, hips, tits, arse.

But not too curvy, not curves on curves. That’s just excessive fat.

I know this one guy who was married to a skinny girl with a straight up and down boyish figure.  Continue reading “Train Stories – Contagious. “

And Then There Were None …

Merry Christmas to you!

I hope you’re day was as good as mine,  a house full,  8 for dinner and 4 other visitors,  a long drawn out meal, wine,  the new Beatles 1+ video playing in the background,  music of my early childhood and singing along with my dad.  

One of my earliest memories is being in a cafe in Govan with my dad,  eating sausage and chips while Hey Jude played the on the radio.  Early summer 1967 just after Celtic won The European Cup. 

Yesterday,  me and dad had a wee singalong … Moments like that you can’t buy … Priceless. 

After dinner all of us settled down to watch The Queen … Aye right!

We all settled down to watch the new king of Scottish comedy Kevin Bridges on DVD,   Hilarious outrageous crude rude and irreverent. 

Like Kevin says, I used to be Catholic but now I don’t give a fuck!

Today everyone went home,  my kids are at their mums for dinner and dad is back at his … The house is quiet,  but feels empty,  vacant  

And then there none …

Coincidentally is the name of the Agatha Christie novel being dramatised on BBC with the first episode starting shortly. 

I’m looking forward to it as I remember being scared watching an old black and white version when I was about six … Although I think it was probably our old to that was black and white not the film. 

The movie was renamed from the original title of Ten Little Indians as this was deemed as racist.      Although I can’t see why myself,  that’s like me being offended because someone called me Scottish. Don’t get it. 

Anyway,  like the movie,   the countdown is over,  the mystery has been revealed and Christmas is all over for another year.  

I love it!


Magic, Dreams. Good Madness and Surprising Yourself! #HappyNewYear

Someone sent me the following pic, it’s uplifting and inspiring and I like it a lot!

I hope you do too!

I had a lovely new year with family, then took a moment of madness and drove to Dumbarton to the hospital where my daughter was working a night shift as a nurse in the stroke, heart attack and dementia ward.

I called her outside and she came down to collect the box of fancy biscuits I’d brought as a first foot gift for her and her colleagues

She was suitably embarrassed but tickled that I had made the effort. All her colleagues were smiling and the banter was good.

Embarrassing my daughter .. That’s one resolution done already!! 🙂


Happy New Year to you, I hope you had a good one whoever and wherever you are and all my best for 2015. X


Times up 2014! #HappyNewYear

Happy New Year to one and all, I hope that 2015 brings you love, health and happiness.

It’s been a roller coaster of a year, lots of highs, a few lows, but that’s life in the big city.

Fortunately, it’s ended on a high with friends old and new and the best family in the world surrounding me.

Times up 2014.
Bring it on 2015.

All my best when it comes. X

Ps – New Year can be an emotional time, my advice, put your energy into the people who love and appreciate you, forget the losers, they don’t deserve the effort.

Be titanium, it’s the only way to live.

Lazy Days And Monday’s …

Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old
Sometimes I’d like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin’ around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

5am and been awake since 4, messing around on Spotify and Vevo.

Came across this oldie but goodie by the beautifully tragic Karen Carpenter.

It kind of fits, kind of doesn’t.

I’m sure many single people feel that way .. Being angst ridden like some lovelorn teenager at our stage in life isn’t how we planned it .. Is it?

Fortunately .. Although I’ve had those feelings and certainly can relate to them it’s not how I feel.

It’s not raining but it is freezing out there, the temperature has dropped overnight.

Normally I’d be getting up at 7ish and heading through to Edinburgh.

But not today.

Today I’m having a lazy day.

Not like me being self employed to be skipping days off work, especially after spending so much over Christmas.

But what the hell!!

You pass this way but once.

My choice .. Going to turn the heating up and sit in my pants and play piano ..

Tonight is the big family party 200 or so of us in my dads club. It gets bigger every year with new additions in the family. Then the kids growing up bringing their BFs/GFs/pals along to enjoy the fun.

This year it’s my cousins Christine’s and her sides turn to arrange the food and entertainment. My dad putting on the free bar as usual. Gets more expensive every year and needs a wee top up nowadays.

This is the 25th anniversary of the party, started by my grandfather to make sure that ties in the family remain strong.

Its one of the best nights of the year catching up with everyone, reminiscing and renewing old bonds.

Santa comes for the kids and we cross pollinate the presents, I give to my cousins kids and vice versa. It makes sure the younger generation know who the fogeys are and we see the kids grow into fine young people.

Then there’s my own favourite part of the evening .. Adult musical chairs .. Usually about 30 of us getting stupid, cheating and pulling away chairs .. Just like we did as kids at my Granda’s.

Hanging around…
Some kind of lonely clown?

Fuck off!! 🙂