Friday – Lady Grinning Soul?

Friday .. First blog in a week .. very unusual for me.

It’s been a very busy week, I had some fantastically amazing news .. far too early to share .. and quite incredible and totally unexpected.

Things are going fantastically well with my new Partner In Fun .. what else should I call her ..

Girlfriend? .We are too old for that!

Partner .. It’s too new for that!

I’m happy with Partner In Fun .. someone who thinks like me, loves doing what I do, gets me.

We were chattiing on the phone last night and realised that 30 years ago we were both in the same place at the same time?

Woud you believe that we were both at the David Bowie Serious Moonlight concert at Murrayfield Stadium in Edinburgh in June 1983.

Is that Serendipidity? Accidental good fortune?

There we were 30 years ago .. we were both kids at the time .. so near yet so far.

Not that it made any difference we were kids at the time and both have had our own paths until this point.

Just look at that set-list it sounds fantastic even now.

Serious Moonlight

Tomorrow, we are going to see Celtic play Hibernian at Celtic Park .. She also happens to be a Celtic supporter .. Bonus.

Straight after the football we’re going to see my favourite Bowie tribute band in the west end of Glasgow,.

I’m showing my age here, but it is now 40 years since the release of Aladdin Sane and the band are playing the complete album from start to finish.

I was too young to notice at the time and only got into it later, but I love that album and can’t wait to hear them play Lady Grining Soul as its one of my favourite Bowie songs and there are many, it is jus so incredibly haunting.

Whatever you are doing .. Enjoy yourself.


Monday – Time Warping at 3am

Monday again … Feck!

Actually Monday 3am,  wide awake and will need to be up for work at 7am .. Feck!

And the reason for this insomnia?

I’m actually completely knackered,   but the wee one is unwell,  burning up and has flu like symptoms.  So I’m in dad-mode giving her plenty of fluids and occasional paracetemol.

She’s been ill since I picked her up from her mums earlier this evening .. yesterday evening.

Apart from that,  I’ve had a lovely weekend,  the right balance of family and fun.

The family party on Friday was fantastic,  dad, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins .. I’m so blessed.

My day out in Edinburgh on Saturday was superb,  again I find myself enjoying myself more on the east coast than the west . and hating that admission.

We arrived at 2 and had a tour of the pubs,  from Waverley Station to The Usher Hall.

Cafe Royal – Great pub for the over 40s,  very like Glasgow’s Horseshoe Bar,  the food looked good too.

The Voodoo Rooms –  Cocktails to die for,  my choices Mother Earth and a Benzini .. and Corona on the side of course!!

By then time was burning ..

A quick drink in Le Monde – nice place,  slightly pretentious .. not as much atmosphere as the previous two bars.

The Standing Order – Walked in, walked out again,  Its neds-ville and a real dump of a place .. Witherspoon’s get it sorted.

By contrast,  The Alexander Graham Bell another Witherspoon’s pub at the far end of George Street,  great pub,  A bottle of Prosecco, 2 pints of Stella and a plate of Chilli Cheesy Nachos all for 25 quid .. hard to argue with that business model.

What a great way to go to the Australian Pink Floyd concert ,  just the right amount of happiness infused.

The show, like the Glasgow gig a fortnight ago was fantastic,  these guys fill The Usher Hall and The Clyde Auditorium,  an amazingly atmospheric experience,  they have obviously invested in the light and visual effects and as musicians they are outstanding.

Later, back up to George Street,  Fingers Piano Bar,  I was impressed with the vocals of the pianist and my only complaint is that the prices are a bit OTT,  maybe we were getting used to Witherspoon’s value!    But then it was free to get in and you get nothing for nothing these days.

We had been intending to run for the last train,  but were having too much fun to leave so early.  So it was a late night bite form sub-way and the last bus at 2am,  bit of a sing song  with some other guys who had been to the gig .. now that is a weird experience .. singing Pink Floyd songs on a bus with a group of strangers.

So folks, especially you Glasgow folk, if you can,  get to Edinburgh,  try a few of the places listed above .. you won’t regret it.

As coincidence has it,  I’m back out east over the next few weekends.   I am really looking forward to Priscilla Queen Of The Desert  next weekend and The Rocky Horror Show the week after .. outfit already bought and a classy little boutique hotel already booked .. there is no way I’m coming back on a bus dressed like Doctor Frank N Furter!

Now its 3:30am and I still can’t sleep!

Tomorrow,  today,   work at 9 .. oh no .. Lets do the Time Warp Again!!


Friday – Call Me Maybe?

Hey you!!

Friday again!!

I love Fridays .. today I get to escape the mundanity of reality!

Last job before I left the house this moring was a quick tidy up before the cleaner arrives .. barking myself again .. woof!

Don’t get me wrong, I love my homelife too, I don’t know what I’d do without my daughter Claire being around, keeping me on my toes, giving me a sense of purpose.

I don’t think I’d actually like to be on my own 24/7, it would be lonely and even if I filed it up with friends and concerts, I’d still miss just being a dad.

Tonight, I have a family party, my beautiful cousin Kathleen’s husband is 50 and my dad, brothers, uncles, aunts and cousins will all be there,

It will be great fun .. particularly if you know from my previous posts that he doesn’t dance and Kathleen and I will no doubt be on the floor boppping about like we used to when we were kids. I love being part of a BIG family.

Tomorrow … going to see The Australian Pink Floyd again, in Edinburgh this time. They were fantastic when I saw them in Glasgow a few eeks ago. I was never a big Floyd fan and maybe you associate them with hippies on dope, but my tastes have broadened over the years and they have some amazing songs .. see my previous posts for some links.

The female vocal in The Great Gig In The Sky just does it for me.

It is very erotic, uplifting and a great contrast to the melancholy of the piano.

I recently taught myself how to play this on piano a few weeks ago, I was playing it again this mornng, up to the part where the female sings, then wow .. What I would do to have someone standing beside me who could sing like that!!

This is definitely one of my funeral songs .. no doubt .. someday I’m going to The Great Gig In The Sky .. but until then .. Live it.

But what to do?

Tomorrow .. Edinburgh, we’re going through in the afternoon, a tour of George Street, maybe grab a late lunch, a few drinks and down to the Usher Hall for the show to start at 7:30. They have a fantastic light show and its a totally trippy experience.

The show finishes around 10:30 . what to do .. go dancing .. or the last train?

If dancing, book a hotel or go for the late night bus at 2am?l


I heard a couple of new songs this week, or new to me, I love Ben Howards version of Call Me Maybe and looking forward to seeing Lana Del Rey in Glasgow in May.

I still can’t get Bat For Lashes out my head.

But if you watch one video below then watch the bottom one and you’ll know why I love it so much.

Have fun ..


Part 11.2 – Moondancing!

All the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush

And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Van Morrison – Moondance

The Blue Dog was open until 2,   but we didn’t stay that late.   I had other things on my mind.

So we waved good-bye to the piano man as we made our way to the door.  It must have been near the end of his shift as he was playing that old Soft Cell Classic Say Hello Wave Good-bye.   A bit cheesy and predictable,  but who cares,  certainly no-one in this upmarket bar filled with couples over 30 who could afford the inflated cocktail prices.

For a change, we decided to give the dancing a miss.   We’d been there on few occasions recently, pushing our way on to a floor that was far too small for the number of people trying to shake their ass. Which was just about all you could do once the place had filled up.

These days that was usually after 1am, when the pubs emptied and the guys moved from the surrounding bars to the clubs.  It would be another hour before they’d had a couple if quick shots and their fill of ogling the groups of girls in their little dresses and Lady Ga-Ga shoes who had been on the floor since 11pm having fun but waiting on the boys to arrive.

It was part of the mating game,   guys standing at the side, watching the girls,  going heavy on the shots and egging each other on to make a move.   It seemed a new thing that some guys would be dancing with each other hoping that somehow their moves might attract a mate.

Personally I don’t get that.   Call me Old Skool .. but I just don’t.

If I’m going to dance,  it will be with a girl .. or on my own .. dance with another guy?

Fuck off!

I love dancing,  I always have,  I love to lose myself in the music, get a bit stupid and have some interaction with a dance partner who feels the same and enjoys the madness.    It’s always worked for me, I’ve never been a great chat-up merchant,  I can’t stand those corny one liners and often find them insulting or derogatory.  But if someone dances with me,  makes the effort to copy my ,moves then the deal is sealed.  No talking required.  Done.

That’s part of the reason that I like her so much,  we connect at that level, she gets it.   Although to be fair, the fist time that we were dancing I probably showed a bit too much of my dazzling dance skills a little too soon,  or maybe that was the Peroni,  Prosecco and apple sours taking their toll?   But I know I pushed the line a little.

Either way, I’ve railed it in bit since then, most of the time .. there have been a few exceptions.   I might tell you them about sometime.

But I love watching her move.   Once we were in Edinburgh on separate night outs,  We’d been in contact via texts and I knew she was in the club waiting for me to arrive,  I couldn’t see her in the crowd,  so my mate John and I went upstairs and there she was on the far side of the floor.

John had spotted her too and started  to move away from the banister, heading for the stairs down to the club below,  but I held him back.  There was no hurry mate.

Sometimes I just like watching her move,  this tall shapely blonde,  standing shaking her ass,  clingy dress showing just a bit of cleavage and cut just above her knee.   There was no rush she would still be there in a few minutes,

But tonight, we had already had our fun, okay so the concert was a bit of a let-down,  but who cares and we’d had lots of fun since.  Sitting at the end of the bar, kissing, laughing and  asking the piano man to play another song.

Maybe it was because I had stuck to the coke and was completely sober,  but I couldn’t be bothered with the hassle of pushing past the crowds to get on the floor or standing three deep at the bar hoping the student on minimum wage actually gave a fuck about who was next in line.

Okay,  so If I’m honest,  part of me was desperate to see the alternatives which she had on offer,  Another part of me was just desperate!   It had been a long week and I hadn’t saw her since Tuesday so I was feeling pretty horny and all the kissing,  touching and sex talk tonight had only made me hungrier to scratch that itch.

A different part of me was just wanting to be with her alone,  a cuddle, some time lying together in the darkness,  talking about life,  music and what our plans where for the coming months.  Possibly a weekend away if she could convince her mum to look after the boys for a few days rather than an overnight.

Naah ..fuck it. .. I totally lied there .. I just really wanted to get her naked and quickly.

A cuddle afterwards would be nice though.

A cuddle,  some chat,  laughs, hugs,  a glass of juice and enough time for me to get ready for round 2 before I had to take her home.

But tonight her time of the month had arrived,  a bit of a bummer really .. and no dirty little pun intended.

So we had a choice,  back to mine and I’d need to run her home in the morning or run her home tonight,  stop off somewhere along the road for a bit of fun and investigate those alternatives.

We walked back to the car,  parked a few blocks away on Bath Street.  Well I walked, she did too but I could tell the alcohol was talking an effect.

She blamed it on her heels .. Yeah yeah whatever!

I actually like it when she gets a little drunk and giggly.  She forgets all her worries and lets her girlie side come out,  its like going out with a loved up teenager and she wants to kiss and hug me all the time.   It can be a bit of a pain in the ass when you’re sober,  but not tonight,  tonight I can’t get enough of her sweet kisses.

We get to the car and I hold the door open for her, letting her get seated then jump in the drivers side.  She hasn’t pulled her belt on and reaches over to kiss me across the armrest.   A long slow kiss,  tongues searching and my right hand moving from her waist to her breast, cupping it in my palm and gently squeezing.

I can feel myself stiffen and starting to throb anticipating the delights yet to come.

“My place or yours?” I ask, smiling at the corny line,  knowing full well that we can’t go back to hers.    Not with her mum watching the kids,   I expect that the boys would be in bed, but it would be wrong to meet her mum at 1am after a night out and rushing away too quickly.

I had waved to her mum a few times as I’d dropped her off, usually at 3am when we were coming home from a nightclub or a show.   Maybe we’d meet soon.  Maybe.

“I’m sorry honey, but I really should start heading for home,   its 1am,  so if we go to yours,  then by the time I get home I won’t be able to get up to run Max to his football in the morning”

I had feared that might happen, too much having fun in the cocktail bar was burning the time we had available until the practicalities would kick in.     She lived a 30 minute drive from Glasgow in a similar direction to me, but much further out and it would take me 25 minutes to get back home.

“How about I take you home and we have a bit of a snog along the way,  then I drop you off and I’ll head back west”    I fought hard to hide my disappointment, but wasn’t sure if done a good job.  I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings particularly when I feel let down.

“That would be great honey,  I really appreciate that”  She kisses me hard,  her hand slipping down to my groin,  running her hand along my jeans and feeling the bulge of my cock pushing against my thigh and the Levis.

“No problem honey,  I know you’ve got lots of running around to do tomorrow”   I did appreciate that.  Was it selfish of me to want to fuck her brains out,   knowing full well that she was a responsible mum and would do everything she needed to do for her kids?    I get that,  I do,  but I have needs too and I had been looking forward to tonight.

She seemed to sense my disappointment,   sitting upright in her seat and pulling on her seatbelt. Her hand now resting in her lap,  I’d hope that she’d put it back on my thigh but it wasn’t to be.

I started the engine,  the lights came on automatically,  checked my blind-spot on her side and pull out into the empty street.  Maybe I over accelerated a little, showing a little frustration,  I could feel her stare burning into the side of my face.

I glanced over and smiled  “Sorry, I didn’t really mean that”,  it was an arsey thing to do.

The tune on the CD changed,   “Forbidden Colours” by David Sylvain and Ryuichi Sakamoto.

Such a cool but haunting song,  it was a chill-out mix I’d made up for the car,  Something to keep me chilled,  stop the rash manoeuvres.  I love driving, particularly driving fast and its true what they say that music affects you.   Chilled out music, take your time.  You’ll get there.

We sat silently for a few minutes, the melody and the vocal so haunting.  Some invisible god-like DJ selecting lyrics to suit the mood.

“Here am I, a lifetime away from you,   the blood o Christ or a beat of my heart”

I never really understood the meaning of that song,  but it was one that we both agreed that we loved.   I’d bought the tickets to see David at the Glasgow Royal Concert Hall a few weeks ago but he had cancelled due to illness, shame, I hope the man is well and it wasn’t cancelled due to the lack of bums on seats.

The song changed as we passed Glasgow Mercedes,  heading up to the M8,  “Il Giorno by Ludovico Einaudi”,  More haunting piano, by this Italian genius,  featured in so many advertisements on tv but so little known by the public at large.

I glanced over at the shiny new cars on the forecourt,  “I bought my car from there” .. such an inane comment really .. a nothing .. but it helped relief the tension.   She reached over and put her hand on my thigh,  safe territory,  but it was all I needed to know and I was smiling again.

“He is an amazing pianist”  she says,  knowing full well that he’s my favourite classical pianist.

“If I could only play half as good as him then I’d be twice as good as I am now!”   I grin.

She laughs,   kisses me on the side of the cheek then moves closer,  her head on my shoulder and her hand back I where I want it to be,  squeezing my cock through the denim.

By the time the song had finished, we were on the M8 and leaving the city.

By the time we were passing the Showcase cinema complex, with another 20 minutes of driving ahead of us,   her hand had been doing its work and my cock was bursting out of my jeans, demanding to be touched.  She was pulling at the zip trying to get it down but the seatbelt was getting in the way.

That and my shirt and jacket .. Fuck.

Why do practicalities often get in the way of romance?

I take the seatbelt off and push the seat back, as far as I can but still able to reach the pedal.  Pushing my jeans down to my knees,  giving her enough room to work her magic.

She has my shirt opened,  pulling my cock from my boxers,  gently now, gently!!!

No complaints from me .. I need to help her with that,  she’s a bit on the rough side and I’m feeling exceptionally sensitive at the moment.

That’s much better, I can feel the rush of blood as I’m freed,  hard and pointing skyward.

Did I ever tell you about my worst ever blowjob?

It was fan-fucking-tastic!!

She’s stoking me,  long slow strokes,  she knows how I like it.

I’m enjoying it, but it’s not enough.

She seems to sense it,  or maybe because my left hand reaching for her head and pulling it towards my lap was a bit of an obvious hint?

Subtlety sometimes isn’t a strong point!

She’s leaning across the armrest, her head taking me in her mouth.  Just a few inches then pulling her mouth away and running her tongue around the end.  It feels so good that it hurts. An aching combination of pleasure and pain creating a desperate need to relieve the tension.

But it’s not really comfortable, not for her leaning over in this awkward position or for me with her elbow sticking into my stomach.

Clever girl that she is, she feels it too, pulling herself up and then dropping to her knees in the passenger foot-well, turning round to face me, that’s much easier.   I tell her to undo her zip and let me see her breasts, just looking at them turns me on and I want to suck her nipples but can only reach over and squeeze them for now.

I’m trying to keep my eyes on the road, wondering if the any of the lorries can see us?  Even if they do look over as we pass them I’m sure they can’t see much in the darkness and even then it’s only for a few moments.

But now she’s taking me in her mouth again,  just the first few inches,  just enough to let her tongue work on the head.  She is squeezing me harder with each stroke of her hand. her tongue flicking on my head.   Her other hand is cupping my balls, gently squeezing them in time with her hand and her head.

I’ve got the car in cruise control.  A steady 60, even although it’s a 70 limit, there’s no point in bringing on a disaster.  But I can feel every pot-hole and bump in the road.   I’m hoping that we don’t go over a massive hole at the wrong moment.

Can you just imagine what we’d look like if we crashed now?

I’m so hard and throbbing and love the feeling as she teases me, pushing me further,  She’s looking up at me for reaction,  the white of her eyes bright in the darkness.  I’m in another place my breathing is changing,  getting deeper but my eyes are locked on the road,  I glance down to see her and I know I’m smiling but I’m sure my face is focussed elsewhere.

I’m sure she can tell the effect she’s having and recognises that faraway look. as she closes her eyes and pushes my cock further down her throat,  holding it,  sucking it,   then fucking me with her mouth.  Her head bouncing up and down as I hold her hair making sure she doesn’t break contact.  Don’t break contact now, I am so close.

Somehow, in my heightened senses, I’m vaguely aware that the fucking seat belt warning is starting to bleep louder and is getting annoying,  but I don’t really give a fuck right now.

I turn the music up,   “Pink Floyd‘s Great Gig In The Sky”.    The wonderfully sensual vocals of the gorgeous Clare Torry wailing in ecstasy or is that just me?

I’m getting closer,   pushing her head further down than it can practically manage as I come in her mouth.  My hips pushing off the seat trying to push in further than it’s possible and she pulls her head back a little as it just can’t go any further.

But fuck is she good,  after those initial few thrusts,  my senses are still on fire, but the girl just keeps on it,  sucking me,  actually sucking me,  licking round the head of my cock and sucking every drop as my cock relaxes and empties into her mouth.

Wow!  Just Wow!

She’s still sucking me as I start to go soft,   I can feel myself relax and my heart and breathing starting to slow.

I’m spent, breathless even although I was sitting still in a car travelling at one mile per minute.

I gently lift her head,  just an inch and she stops,  knowing that the job was done.

“That was fantastic” I say, “Absolutely fucking amazing”.

She smiles and licks her lips,  “I’m glad you enjoyed it, I told you that I had an alternative”

( For info – Dear reader,  I’m currently sitting at my work writing this with a massive hard-on )

“Baby,  that was the best blow-job that I’ve ever had,  no doubts about it”

She smiles and climbs up back into her seat and leans across on to my shoulder,  she’s kissing me and I turn my face to kiss her,  trying to keep my eyes on the road as there are a few bends ahead.

“Did I ever tell you about my worst ever blowjob?””

She shakes her head,  obviously not wanting wanting to go there.

“It was fan-fucking-tastic!!”  I laugh.

But she shaking her head “That is rubbish” she insists.

Hard to argue,  but I thought it was funny when I was about 25,  many moons ago.

It’s getting near her turn exit and we drive without speaking,  feeling relaxed,  listening to the music.   The uplifting extract from “The Marriage OF Figaro” as featured in the movie Shawshank Redemption where Andy defies the warden and plays the music through the prison tannoy system causing all of the prisoners to stop and listen in awe and earning himself a beating and a month in “the hole” in the process.   What a fantastic scene that is.

But now it’s almost 1:30am and we’re nearly at hers. It’s too early to say good-bye.   I don’t really want the night to end so soon. I want to chat to her, have a few more laughs and a lot more kisses.

There’s a country lane close to her house, a modernised farmhouse on the edge of a village.  There are no streetlights but there are a few houses,  200 hundred yards further up.  I kill the lights and drive up the lane and park in our usual spot using only the moonlight for guidance.

We’ve parked here a few times before,  that was a while ago, in the early days when we had just started seeing each other and we hadn’t crossed any lines.   We would stop off for a snog, usually a long hot snog and I’d often be warned for pushing my luck, but someone has to make the moves or nothing develops

I left the engine running to keep some heat in the car,  she often gets cold,   particularly wearing those strappy dresses of hers.    It was a cold clear night,  the moon shining across the field beside the car.   I have no idea what was growing there,  barley,  maize?   I’m a city boy and I haven’t got a clue,  but I enjoyed watching the ripples of the window blue through it like a wave.

Very chilled,  cuddling in the car,  watching the waves move in the moonlight.   Maybe my recent experience had helped relieve the tension too, I did feel so chilled.

It will soon be time for her to head indoors,  but she’s here now and we’re kissing and enjoying the rest of the time we have together.

I know its her time of the month,  I don’t actually want to fuck her,  not right now,  not in the car,  not with ToM just started.   No.

But I want her,  I want to pay her back a little for the joy that she’s just given me and she’s not the only one with alternatives.

I’m kissing her neck, sucking it, a slight nibble but no marks allowed.  My hand is working on the zip at the back of her dress,  then pulling it down,  further than she had earlier,  I want her breasts in my face.  I know how much she loves me sucking her nipples.  She has often told me that she feels that she could almost orgasm from that.

We’ve both been parked here before, we’ve done this, had a hot snog in the car,  but not crossed the line which through practicalities won’t be crossed tonight either.

She reaches for the switch and starts putting her seat back,   I push my switch too.  My turn to lean across the armrest,  pulling myself closer to her so that I can suck her breasts,   push them together and try and get both of her nipples in my mouth at the same time.

I love the effect that this has on her and I love pleasing her.  She’s moaning softly, pushing my head against her breasts.  I love feeling them in my mouth, hard and erect, it must be primeval or something there’s no logic to this feeling it just feels so good.

My right hand is between her legs,  running the flat of my palm up and down her thighs,  then moving to her panties,   I’ve no idea what she’s wearing .. it could be “big pants and a towel” .. in that case business is closed for the night.

But it’s not,  I can feel her through her thong,  She must be wearing a tampon,  good news as I want to make her cum and I don’t actually care if ToM is here.  Just as long as it’s not messy.

I’m cupping her in my palm,   my fingers on the outside of her thong,  I’m testing the water,  I want to know if she wants me to continue.    She clearly does as she presses my hand a little harder, a little closer to her.

I’m stroking her through the material,  making sure that I’m just at the top of her,  I don’t really want to go to far below.   She’s breathing harder now,   as I slip my hand inside her thong,  slowly edging down to her vulva and teasing her to open slightly so that I can stimulate her clit with my fingers.

I can feel myself starting to get hard again,  I take her hand place it against my cock,  she get the message instantly and starts to unzip my jeans.   Holding me in her hand and stroking me harder.  Harder than I would myself,  but I’m enjoying it.

We’re both getting close.  I’m telling her that I want to fuck her even although I actually don’t.

I’m sure she feels the same, but she can’t speak, her breathing is changing, short sharp gasps and her eyes are focussed somewhere in the distance.

Her left hand is pulling my hand harder as I stroke her clit.  Is stroke the right word?   I’m rubbing it with two fingers as fast as I can move, “Don’t stop” she says,  I’m going to cum”

“I’m getting there too” I can feel myself getting closer and I do want to fuck her now.  I want to feel myself inside her and fuck her brains out until we both collapse in ecstasy.

She’s moaning louder now,  reaching up to me,  pulling me closer,  her hands round my neck pulling me towards her,  I’m almost lying on top of her now, my hand is still stroking her as she starts to shudder,  pushing her thighs together and her tummy has those little sharp jerks that she can’t control.

I’m still touching her, but I slow down, letting her relax, letting her breathing ease back to normal.

But I’m still hard and horny,  kneeling above her,  pulling myself harder,  I can feel myself almost there.  She looks up at me and takes over as I come over her breasts.

Soon we are lying together,  cuddling,  my eyes have become accustomed to the darkness and in the moonlight, I can see that soft blush on her neck and chest,  her skin glowing slightly,   I have no doubts that this is what Van was writing about.

Can I just have one more Moondance with you?   My love!

11.1 – My Blue Eyed Boy!

Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came?
Down in the hollow
Playing a new game?

Van Morrison – Brown Eyed Girl.l

We’d met straight from work.

Tapas and cocktails at the Blythswood Hotel.

I’d been feeling excited all day, I was really looking forward to this evening. I hadn’t saw Van Morrison live before. There had probably been opportunities but he wasn’t Andy’s or Lynn’s taste so the tickets were never booked.

Of course that was then, this is now.

This is a completely new game.

A new relationship and all the old rules change as new rules are created.

It has to be said that we’re still in the honeymoon phase. All I did was mention that I’d had an email saying that Van Morrison was playing and he booked the tickets.

That was a few months ago, back in our very early days. I like that about him, he’s easy going, but spontaneous and if he wants to do something he goes for it and he doesn’t mind how much it costs.

He says life is about having fun, not counting pennies.

I think we’ve both been very fortunate in our careers and life choices. Even if life hasn’t turned out the way we planned. We’ve both landed relatively lucky.

But then, we both believe that we make our own luck.

If you want to win the lottery then you have to buy a ticket and for both of us starting off in separate humble beginnings, education and hard work has brought its rewards.

I was working from home today, the boys finish school early on a Friday and mum was coming through to watch them later. The only downside was that I had to be home before the kids woke up.

A bit of a spoiler on a good nights fun really, But Mum isn’t too good at getting up early in the mornings and doesn’t feel comfortable driving on roads she’s not sure of. So the compromise was that she’d watch the kids for the evening as long as I was home to do the football run in the morning.

Sometimes you just need to take the deal on offer and make the best of it.

There was another little issue though. A bigger spoiler to the fun that I had been looking forward to. Unfortunately there wasn’t very much that I could do about it.

Sometimes Mother Nature just lets you know that she’s the boss!

I’d sent him a text about it earlier “Hi honey, looking fwd to seeing Van later, looking fwd to seeing you too! But I have a wee problem, ToM has arrived today, but don’t worry I have an alternative!! X”.

He obviously wasn’t too busy today as he replied quickly “That’s a shame babe, but don’t worry about it, I’m sure the alternative will be fantastic! J Looking forward to seeing you too. I’ll get you at The Blythswood at 5. x”

The Blythswood Hotel, oozed opulence and an almost decadent class from its modern crystal lighting to its fetish-like red velour booths which wouldn’t look too far astray in a Ditta Von Tess video.

This refurbishment of the old RAC Club is a new addition to Glasgow growing list of upmarket hotels. I think the popular posh term is “Reassuringly Expensive”. Paying over the odds just to keep the riff-raff out.

What the city fathers would like you to forget is that this area was notoriously famous as Glasgow’s red-light district. Where the local street-girls would hook up with their punters in the maze of lanes and alleys which criss-cross the area. There were lots of dark nooks and crannies to investigate those even darker places.

Now the hotel and the adjacent square are surrounded by lawyer’s offices and insurance companies. Some of the world’s biggest banks are just a few blocks away. Those deliberately nameless buildings full of people wearing grey business suits fitting into the corporate mould pretending that they care because that’s what they are expected to do. Tugging their forelocks and telling their bosses and HR what they want to hear because their bonus depends upon it. Who can blame them?

He works in one of these offices. He can see the hotel and a corner of the square from his desk on the 8th floor two blocks away. He is a freelance consultant for a bank, but says that he could never work on a staff basis as he doesn’t do politics. He says that he is happy to take the money but his attitude makes him unemployable. I can well believe that. He says that when he was a kid he would have been a punk but his mammy wouldn’t let him.

The hotel was quite busy when we arrived but there were no suits to be seen. Times are tough for everyone at the moment, even for the corporate suits and the Reassuringly Expensive.

It looked like there were lots of couples on dates on groups of girls on the spa weekends that the hotel advertises. We were there on a Groupon deal, half-price Tapas and a glass of Prosecco to get you in the door in the quieter moments.

The deal obviously works, as we followed on with a couple of rather expensive cocktails. Well they looked fantastic, far too good to resist and were mixed better than any other bar we had visited with the exception of Champagne Central. Two hours later and two cocktails for me and one for him, we’d had just enough to relax before strolling hand in hand down the half mile down Bath Street to the Royal Concert Hall.

The Concert Hall is one of Glasgow’s best venues, much smaller than the SEC but the acoustics and the seating arrangements are far superior. He’d booked his favourites seats again, the ones on the terrace off to the side stage, front row with a fantastic view and the bar only 20 yards behind you for the interval.

It has to be said, the concert could have been much better.

Van Morrison at his moody worst.

He had opened with the shortest version of Brown Eyed Girl possible.

It was a jazz version, not all that bad, but not that good either. It was really only enjoyed by the die-hards and the pretentious who would have applauded anything that the man cared to utter.

But it was self-indulgent and it killed the mood.

I had been really looking forward to hearing it too It’s one of my personal favourites and always gets my girlfriends and I up on the dancefloor.

“Do you remember when, we used to sing … Shalalalala ….”

But do you really know the words?

Does anyone?

Does Van?

It has to be said he does mumble!

Personally, I get the gist, the basics and just mouth along to the rest, all that really matters is the beat and the chorus, hands up in the air and singing with my pals.

What really did impress me tonight is that Van is actually a superb musician, switching seamlessly between guitar, piano, sax, harmonica and back again. All this while singing and orchestrating the band at the same time.

I’m not really a big fan, I have his Greatest Hits and love quite a few of his songs, Moondance, Bright Side of The Road, Gloria, Have I told You Lately.

The only other song he played that I recognised was Gloria, a real rousing chorus which had the audience singing along. G-L-O-R-I-A … Glooooooriiiaaaa!

But a mere 90 minutes later he was gone, no goodbyes, no dialogue. He just walked off the stage leaving the band playing for another 10 minutes. Some jazzy upbeat number where the band took turns to play their solos and demonstrate how individually talented they are. No doubts that these guys were a the top of their game, but we hadn’t came to see them,

Thinking about it, Van hadn’t even acknowledged the audience so why would he say goodbye?

Personally I did say goodbye. I’d heard about his moods and although he is no doubt a wonderfully talented musician, I felt disappointed and his lack of dialogue was rude and unacceptable.

We had a good chat about it sitting in The Blue Dog afterwards and agreed that we wouldn’t be rushing back. He asked the pianist to play Moondance as it was my favourite Van song. It has to be said that he played and sang pretty well and seemed to be enjoying himself. Some people work harder than the real deal.

We sat there for another hour, I was drinking Mojito’s and him sticking to soft drinks as he had volunteered to drive me home later.

It was very relaxing, romantic even, sitting holding hands, kissing and teasing each other about the options ahead, Should we go dancing or head back to his, he wanted to know what those alternatives were?

It was fun keeping him guessing.

He really does have intensely blue eyes, a twinkle in them when he is telling a story or clear and disarming when he listens intently.

Of course he let me know that he was being a martyr driving for the evening.

I told him that I’d make it up to him somehow!

Online Dating – I Haven’t Got A Clue!

Online dating .. God do I struggle with it!

Actually it shouldn’t be called Online Dating at all ..

It should be called Online Chatting ..

The first problem is that it is extremely addictive, particularly if like me, you are on your own of an evening and miss adult company and conversation.

So you sit there for far too long, chatting to this person or that person. Not getting a reply from a girl you like, or being overloaded with contacts from people who are nice enough but you’d never really want to meet.

That’s one of the reason that I struggle .. being rude to people .. It’s not my style.

I know how it feels when you see the girl of your dreams and she’s not interested .. it is really quite disheartening.

So why be rude to another soul who possibly views you as the man of their dreams?

Okay, “man of your dreams” is a bit much .. let’s have a reality check here .. but you know what I mean.

The fact remains that making the right kind of contact is difficult.

All I really want is to meet someone interesting and attractive that feels the same about me.

How hard can it be?

Is it really that difficult to meet someone you like and she likes you?

Of course .. thats just the start of it .. you might like each others profiles, your online pics. The image that you project to the online world .. but thats a facade really.

It should be accurate of course, but how much of it is actually true?


Straight up is 100% genuine .. mostly .. its what I want to tell .. a flavour of me, my background and what I do for fun.

Now that just has to be really dull doesn’t it??!! 🙂

There won’t be many laughs in there at all!

But back to the dating .. things progress .. even a broken clock has the right time twice per day.

You get chatting to this girl, she seems interesting and she looks attractive in her pics.

All good so far!

You exchange email addresses or mobiles .. Progress ..Fab!!

You chat via email .. its much easier than being online .. particularly for me at work.

You have a couple of calls .. you get on great .. a few laughs and stories about life.

All good so far .. so you make arrangements to meet for a coffee or a drink.

Yaay .. getting exciting now!

My advice .. Never go for a meal .. imagine being with someone for a few hours that made your skin creep .. Just don’t do it!

The big day arrives and on the evening of the meet .. you have a clothes crisis .. so does she .. its about getting the balance right .. looking good for the evening but not being too full on.

For guys this is easy .. Jeans .. and for Gods sake clean and a modern style .. boots .. and a smart casual shirt .. not too casual and not garish and never short sleeved.

For girls .. don’t panic .. wear jeans and casual top .. It’s a drink .. not dinner .. if that happens wear a dress.

Then you meet ..

That’s were it can go all go wrong ..

She is nothing like her pics .. you were worried about that and sure enough .. your instincts proved to be right again.

Or maybe she has some physical attributes that you don’t like ..

( I’ll omit my personal thoughts on this … I don’t want to offend anyone )

Of course thats a 2 way street, maybe she doesn’t fancy me .. as if .. my mum would say.

But it happens!

Of course it happens.

If either of the above is the case, then no matter what happens, its game over.

You can’t make it work if there is no physical attraction .. It just can’t happen.

But let’s assume that there is …

So you sit and chat and laugh .. well hopefully you chat and laugh.

Personally, I can’t imagine not having a laugh and enjoying the chat, but I have heard a few stories about people who can’t actually hold a conversation never mind need a sense of humour transplant.

All good so far?

Are you still with me?

What happens next?

A number rof possible outcomes ..

Maybe she dwells on her ex .. We all have ex’s but we need to keep it in perspective . move on!!

Maybe she tells you something funny but horrible and unpassable ..

For example .. The reason that she is sitting on her coat is because of her recent operation on her piles.

Or that she had met her last boyfriend who told her that his genital warts were much better now.

How do you recover from that?

But lets say that date went well, you walk her to her car and have a peck on the cheek .. pleasant and not full on.

All good.

You text each other .. “I enjoyed meeting you, lets do it again” type of texts.

Even better.

So you arramge a second date .. nothing fancy .. a drink at a nice bar in town.

You’re looking forward to it .. But the day of the date comes .. and she calls of saying that she doesn’t think there is enough attraction.

What is that all about!!?

Did you suddenly get battered with the ugly-stick overnight?

Is it because she needs reassurance and you didn’t go all over the top of her and overload her with stupid texts and one–liners and she needs to feel wanted .. even although you didn’t know each other this time last week?

Is it because at the weekend you were doing something else because you have a real life?

Is it because while you were busy, she was on another date?

Who knows .. I honestly do not have a clue .. And it doesn’t really make any difference.

What I do know ..

Is that it’s important to have a real life too.


Just had a thought .. I’ll probably add a modified version of this in as an introductory chapter to my dating story ,, before they meet.

If Peroni Did Mills And Boon!!

Friday – The Box!


that was a week that was!!

Don’t ask!!

No really don’t!!

Anyways .. news .. I’ve put in 2 entries to Lorraine Kelly’s search for a new author .. not that I’m expecting anything but some positive feedback would be good.

Racy Reads!

The 2 entries are a modified version of my introduction and Chapter 1 and secondly a short story based on Chapter 18 now called The Box.

Last weekend .. I had a fab time .. played piano in Champagne Central for an hour .. pissed but totally enjoyed the experience.

Last night .. a curry in Shawlands with my mate ,, a bit hungover today.

Tonight,  taking Claire through to a family Burns night,  my kilt is all packed and ready .. I really love getting the kilt on .. expect a pic sometime soon!

Tomorrow,  going to see my team play Saint Mirren in the cup .. c’mon the hoops!!

Whatever you are doing .. have fun!