Wolf – Red Card?


It didn’t take much, it was the smallest of small things, or so I thought at the time, but then she was gone.

Was it me?

Was my understanding so different to hers that what I perceived as trivial, she perceived as a sacking offence?

A straight red-card, sent off the field of play for ungentlemanly conduct without as much as a goodnight kiss.

I thought about it later, obviously not that night as I was drunk at the time, chatting to someone on the last train home and driving up the short journey from the station because the normal laws that apply to everyone else don’t apply to me.


Does that offend you?

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A Harbour In The Tempest?

She tossed him away like a used condom
Last nights love still oozing in its head
Then she stepped on it
His head full of love now wasted
Splattered around her feet

Why?  .. he pleaded
But the answer didn’t come
Only the blinking dots showing
She was considering a reply
But didn’t
Why should she?

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What I hate about holidays …

Sitting by the pool feeling a bit bored,  just had a snooze in the sunshine,  apparently I was snoring …

As if??

But with little to do I decided to make a list of two ..just to remind me at some point in the future. 

What I like about holidays …



Meeting new people

Seeing new places

Chilling out by pool listening to music

Eyeing up the talent … What?


Walks along the prom or beach 

Getting dressed up for dinner

Wearing my shades and cowboy hat

More sunshine 

Reminding people back home that I’m on holiday. 

What I hate about holidays …

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The Platform Lovers – Raspberry Toast!

Carol Ann had enjoyed a fantastic night with Graeme. He had been the complete gentleman, insisting that he paid for dinner, the cocktails before and the drinks in the club after.

It was fortunate that they lived close to each other and he dropped her off in the taxi on his way home.

They’d had a very hot snog in the back of the cab, kisses leading to tongues, his hand reaching across to pull her towards him, then staying there, moving up her side almost cupping her breast, but stopping short, staying away from the bikini zone.

She could tell that he was thinking about it, that all he needed was the slightest encouragement from her.

She was thinking about it too, well it had been a while.
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The Man Who Sold The World! #DavidBowie

Tonight Toni Visconti and Woody Woodmansey play the ABC Glasgow.

A Bowie festival with two of the original Spiders From Mars, Glenn Gregory from Heaven 17 on vocals and Steve Norman from Spandau Ballet on sax and guitar.

They are playing Bowies early and most underrated albums The Man Who Sold The World from start to finish then finishing on a load if hits from the Ziggy period.

Check the setlist below.



Cruising – You Can’t Go Back!

Back again ..

Sitting at my desk on a grey Glasgow Monday, looking out my window over Blytheswood Square as dark clouds envelop the city, it’s not raining yet, but it’s on its way.

?The Deacon Blue song Raintown is playing in my head ..

“It’s a rain dirt town job hurts but it don’t pay”

I’m sitting here wishing that I was back cruising the Med, visiting interesting places and lying in the sun all day.

Let me start with .. Royal Caribean cruises are fantastic .. Full stop!

My 3 kids ( 24, 22 and 15) and I had the most amazing time, we were looked after from start to finish, fantastic food, all the cocktails or beers you ever imagined and fabulous entertainment.

But you could get all that with a 5 star hotel too?

The difference is, that you don’t get to see all the exotic places that you only ever heard of in history books or glossy magazines.

Rome, Sicily, Athens, Kusidasi, Ephesus, Crete.

All those places from the ancient world steeped in history and legend, wandering round crowded ancient streets, The Vatican, Colliseum, Pantheon, The Acropolis, Temple of Zeus far too many to name.

Then back onto your 5 star haven, watching the ship depart, lying in the sun with the waiter bringing cocktails .. magic.

Dressing up for silver service 4-course dinners, my son in I wearing hired tuxedos for the formal nights.

The entertainment at night was first class, everything from salsa dancing, nightclubs, piano bars and broadway shows .. then heading to the all night cafe and filling up on pizza slices .. cos we were somehow hungry!!

I’ve never had all of that in any 5 star hotel I’ve ever been to.

The only downside to the holiday … No freely available internet access, it was expensive and only available in certain areas.

But .. that turned out to be a good thing too as it meant my kids and I spent time together rather than them disappearing to chat with their friends on messenger or facebook etc.

The other downside .. we are now spoiled for any hotel based holiday .. it just wouldn’t be the same.

As we visitied the various ports along the way, seeing other cruise lines and speaking to a few travellers about their experiences, Royal Caribean are definitely the best, with the most modern ships and best service.

I am totally delighted with my holiday experience and cannot fault it in the slightest.

Right, serious diet starts today .. that weight I lost beforehand has all reappeared .. somehow!! 🙂

The Platform Lovers – 3

He sits there, his face red in the June sunshine, but there is much more to his face than this weekends sunburn.

His gnarled nose, criss-crossed by scarlet veins prominent against the otherwise ruddy pink of his skin gives his history away.

He’s frowning, but for no reason, because that’s what he does, his right arm balanced on the frame of the window as he watches the world pass him by.

And it does pass him by, no-one even gives him a second glance as he sits there watching people come and go around him. They all appear to be busy but no one wants his business.

He can’t hide his bitterness, it sucks the life from him, it’s darkness is more obvious than the alcohol damaged nose.

But his attitude remains defiant in defeat “Don’t talk to me, I don’t want to know, I’m not interested in anyone except me and fuck you for asking.”

The thought is only in his head and no-one does care about him, not one soul in the world.

He has destroyed all that he once had, he knows it himself. He had his chances at love and redemption and he fucked up like the loser he has always known himself to be.

He looks at the apathetic confusion all around him and asks himself, What has happened to my city?

What has happened to the world that I grew up in?

Why is it that every second face or voice is now a foreigner, Why do they all come here?

Where did it all go wrong?

It wasn’t his fault that he had his illness, that it had got out of control, that was no reason for her to leave him.

Was it?

Not to take the kids and move away to another part if the country. He wasn’t that bad was he?

But he was, he knew he was, he’d bullied her physically and emotionally.

He’d destroyed her confidence and the love she had for him and eventually she left never to be seen again.

For a time he’d enjoyed the freedom, the wine, women and song until the house was repossessed and no-one wanted to know.

Then he lived in hostels, drinking with people who had once called the scum of the earth sinking lower in his pit if self loathing until the angel with the metallic burgundy hair had saved him.

She’d spoke to him like he mattered, that he had some value, she convinced him that he could live again

But for all her positivity, for all her reassurances in the classes he had attended, when he returns to his one bedroom flat, alone and empty, the only person he blames for his situation is himself.

The women with red dress has had a productive day, her presentation was successful and she is pretty sure that the board will give her the funding for the project she has recently began leading through its early development stages.

In fact, she’s certain of it, absolutely certain of it, her post-work drinks with the Finance Director had gave her that assurance.

They had sat there in the cocktail bar at Central Station for the past hour, chatting over work and talking about their families.

He was married with kids and he loved his wife, but wasn’t in love with her any more and was beginning to think about leaving her.

She had told him that she was divorced and was happily single, but that it would be nice to have some male company to do all kind of nice things when her daughter was over at her ex-husbands a few nights each week.

Charles had smiled at this and put his hand on her knee. He told her that the feeling within the board-room after the meeting had been very positive and all it would take was the momentum of having a few key people on board to ensure the boxes were ticked to have the right amount of funding ear-marked for the project,

The implication was clear, she wasn’t so naive to miss out on his obvious posturing.

But she wasn’t as stupid to be so easily bought either.

She smiled and allowed him to leave his hand where it was for a few moment, then made her excuses to go to the bathroom.

When she returned, she stayed for another few minutes, then finished her drink telling him that she would have to get home to make dinner for for her daughter and to help with homework.

Charles said he would have to be home himself soon, daddy duties and all that. Then he paid the bill on the company credit card and walked her to the taxi rank. He was a gentleman, he was always a gentleman, well that’s what he would have you believe.

The rank was quiet and there were lots of cabs waiting opposite the train station. Most people don’t need cabs in the summer sunshine and there were no customers waiting in the queue.

Charles opened the door for her and as she steadied herself to climb into the back of the cab, he kissed her on the cheek.

She smiled at him and blew him a kiss as he closed the door and waved as the cab pulled away from the rank

“Where to?” asks the man with the ruddy alcoholic nose.

“Can you take me to Cambuslang station, I’ve left my car parked there”

“No problem” he turns to the front and starts the meter running.

She’s opening her handbag and removes the small set of headphones and pushes the plug into the clever little pen that had been lying beside her notepad throughout her meeting with Charles.

Then she smiles to herself as she listens back to their conversation in full.


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