Sunshine On Leith – No More

Bloody hell ….

You know that song by the The Proclaimers – Sunshine On Leith?

Well if you read back here on here, you know that I love it.

It’s such an open-hearted love song, that cuts to the chase, the guy puts his feelings right out there and tells the girl how grateful he is to have her in his life and to help him live again.


Maybe, but we’ve all been there.

I was at The Proclaimers on Saturday night at The Hydro.

Lets say they were average, the anthems Letter From America, 500 Miles, Lets Get Married etc, were superb.

But the rest, or most of the rest was filler, mundane at best and dirge at worst.

Okay, they finished on a few biggies which had the crowd going, including me and there were smiles all around when leaving the stadium.

Harsh but fair? I hope so.

As for The Hydro itself, I’ve been a couple of times now and its undoutedly a great venue, stunning looking form the outside with its bright lights and easy access to the important tjhings like bars and toilets.

But this was the first time I’ve been in the seated area .. hopefully the last.

The arena itself is too big and you are too far away from the performers to feel any connection with them. You can only really watch it on the big screens at the side, so you’d be as well just watching it on DVD in the house.

Very Disappointing.

Anyhoo, thats all preamble.

Having left the gig with the feel-good factor, I went to see movie Sunshine On Leith, a tale of love and loss set in Edinburgh and based around The Proclaimers greatest hits and feeding on their popularity with the Scottish audience.

I should have bloody known .. seriously .. slaps himself in face and asks will you ever learn?

What was I expecting?

A Scottish version of Mama-Mia?

Well thats exactly what I got only on a miniscule scale, lesser stars and a much smaller budget.

Jeez .. it was terrible from start to finish.

The funny parts weren’t funny, the sad parts were so obviously trying to manipulate your emotions that it was cringeable.

One of the main stars, Peter Mullan has always been a hero of mine, the man has a great social conscious, I’ve been a fan since his early days in the 9:84 company at The Citizens Theatre and his first drama I was aware of The Steamie has a personal significance as I remember helping my mum along to our local baths with the bags of laundry.

But this was awful, terrible screen-writing, predictable dialogue and the singing was woeful.

The big love scene at the end and the dance routine at Edinburghs Mound was particularly cringe inducing.

I hate to say it but I laughed out loud with nervous embarrassment. I wasn’t the only one.

But don’t take my word for it, go and see it, you won’t believe how bad it is.

A fantastic advert for Edinburgh tho, it is indeed a beautiful city.

I have a great affection for The Proclaimers, they were fantastic on their short set when they opened this years T In The Park.

But no more please!!

How Soon Is Now?

Love this song, love the video from Johnny Marr covering The Smiths song playing the guitar riffs he made so famous.

Particularly love the following lines ..

I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

The full crowd singing that at T In The Park earlier this year was pretty special.

Love those lyrics of angst and desperation.

But just how soon is now?

How Soon is Now?

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

There’s a club if you’d like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die

When you say it’s gonna happen “now”
well, when exactly do you mean?
see I’ve already waited too long
and all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

Karma For Contractors!

Isn’t Karma a real bitch?

I wrote the following couple of articles a few months ago when I had my contract terminated to be replaced by Non-EU workers.

I was a bit upset about it at the time, of course I was, contracts are a bit thin on the ground with the current economic climate and I really really do not want to go staff anywhere, I’m much too independent and opinionated for that.

So I did what I could, I discussed the offer, higlighted the skill differences, got a better offer and took the money,, so I’m still here.

3 months later, the project has moved on.

My part is about finished, well phase 1 anyway, there is a phase 2 to be started soon and I’ve just extended my contract for another 3 months.

However … the Non-EU guys, nice enough people, can’t actually write code to save themselves.

I’m currently reviewing their code and it simply doesn’t work, mnre so, they have done their own test documentation for this .. and they have stated in writing that it works and signed off on it, but their documentation and testing has missed the point.

Just because the code runs, doesn’t mean that it actually works!!

There is no evidence of positive or negative test cases, no evidence of testing each path in the code or validation of input parameters etc.

Am I loving it?

Naah, that would be below me!! 🙂

I’m just calmly higlighting the failings to the Project Managers and letting them decide.

But what did make me laugh today is that one of the main UK Contractor groups has published the following article, slating the use of Non-EU workers at the company where I work and highlightig the fact that these offshore workers pay less tax than us poor UK employees.

The UK Govenment getting more tax in was which was the full point of this exercise looks like its failed miserably.

Moreso, The HR people here have also confirmed that when they moved from employing independent contractors to offloading the work to managed service companies like Syntel, they never intended Syntel to bypass UK Borders Agency rules and employ non-EU workers,

Hopefully they change their policy as a result of this.

Have a read and smile with me.

Rod And The Hydro Opening Night .. Looks Amazing!

I Want Your Love!

It’s Friday ….. and I’m feeling good .. 

I woke up this morning with a hard-on and a song playing in my head, Chic – I Want Your Love .. oh yes please baby!

Just met a target for delivery of current piece of work, a week early, time to chill out, headphones on, listen to friday feeel good music .. love that song .. not just the bass and Nile Rogers rhythm guitar but check the brass and those sexy vocals in the live version below.

I want your love .. I want .. your love!

Tonight, ex-works night out in town at 5pm .. oh my god .. carnage by 9 .. disaster zone by 12!

I’m going to pop in at 5 for a couple of beers then head home and take the munchkin to her mums.

Back in town for 9, probably not too clever as they’ll be on a different level .. but being a lightweight it won’t take me long to catch up.

By midnight .. who knows!!

As long as we go clubbing then I’ll be a happy bhoy!

Tomorrow .. joiner in .. last phase of the house, remainder of flooring to be laid and skirtings back on.

Celtic at home in the afternoon and we’ll take the rest as it comes!

Whatever you are doing … dance, sing and have fun!!

Everybody Dance!!


And I need you more than want you.

And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time

Great lyrics from The Wichita Lineman, I’d forgotten how fantastic that song is.

It paints a graphic picture of an ordinary working man then in the 2 lines above turns into a beautiful lovesong.

Those lines say it all really..

Written by Jimmy Webb when I was a kid, but I can remember being at family parties and hearing Glen Campbell singing this and By The Time I Get To Pheonix.

Jimmy is a fantastic writer, also famous for Galveston and bizarrely MacArthur PArk which when I heard for the first time back in 1978 being covered by Donna Summer seems so incongrous with the country feel of his other songs.

I’m sitting at work at the moment, iphone and headphones on listening to The Johnny Cash version of The Wichita Lineman, but I also love the Gomez version .. and can feel a listen to MacArthur Park coming around soon .. well its nearly the weekend!

Love the version of MacArthur Park below with the missing verses from the single

A strange wonderfully melodic dijointed song,

Someone left my cake out in the rain ….

Whit??!! 🙂

The Platform Lovers – 13 – Casual!

Part 13 – Casual!

Graeme, closed the briefcase and locked it inside his desk.

It was almost lunchtime and he was feeling nervous with excitement. A feeling he hadn’t had for over 25 years.

This was the first time that he hadn’t worn his suit to work in as long as he could remember. It was part uniform, part comfort blanket and he’d worn one suit or another to the bank every day for the past 30 years since he had started as a young teller.

His suits had changed over the years, beginning with those cheap suits from Littlewoods that his parents had bought him, then when he qualified in 1990 and earning a reasonable age, he could afford a fashionably double breasted suit from Next.

Those became passé in the early naughties and he moved to a three-button and now a more classically cut two-button fit, made to measure from that little independent tailors on Howard Street.

Now that he is the regional retail director at the hank, he could afford to pay a little extra for his uniform to put some distance between himself and the young upstarts and it helped that the company gave him a generous clothing allowance.

Today he had woke up with a smile on his face, the first time that he had done so in a very long time. But there was no time for dreaming, time was of the essence and his routine was tight, he had to get the kids up and take them to school and then run for the train. The 8:45 at Cambuslang usually got him into the office at 9:05, enough time to expect everyone else to be there and to notice any absentees on his arrival.

Somehow today, he didn’t feel so rushed, somehow today lateness and absentees didn’t really matter. His mind was on other things and he these petty things seemed below him.

The train was packed as usual, all the same people, heading to work, normally he didn’t even look at them and was too busy thinking about his meetings of the day and getting home early to be certain that he collected the Emily and James from the after-school service on time.

Normally he would stand at the door, making sure he would be first to leave the train and make his way up the stairs before they became crowded from the masses of 8 carriages trying to simultaneously make it up that one small stairway.

But he decided that there was no rush, the sun was shining and he felt warm inside, he took a seat opposite the man typing into the iPhone. He had seen this man in the jeans and tan boots many times over the years and he always seems to be typing into that iPhone.

He wondered what the man does? He sat down opposite him and for a moment he looked up and smiled then carried on typing. Ten minutes later they had arrived at Glasgow Central without saying a word and went their separate ways.

Graeme sauntered up Buchanan Street, looking in the windows of Frasers and Timberland, then stopping in front of Hugo Boss to look at their display of casual clothes, normally he would have gave the suits a quick glance but today was different.

He was aware that his appearance in the office would catch people’s attention and there would be questions from the people close enough to him to ask and whispers from those others who don’t really know him but wanted to know.

He walked through the main doors of the lobby, showing his pass to the security officers, aware of the raised eyebrows on the faces of these normally unflinching passive faces.

As the lift reached the fourth floor, he took a deep breathe knowing that the moment he walked through the door the gossip would start.

“Good morning Eileen!” He called to the receptionist as he stepped from the lift.

“Good morning sir!” She replied, like some old-fashioned secretary or a primary school-child still showing respect to their teacher before all discipline is lost.

“For heavens sake Eileen, don’t call me sir!” He had told her so many times and even asked Fraser to mention it in her quarterly appraisals. Tell her that it was unnecessary and actually quite unacceptable in the modern office and to come into the 21st century.

“Yes si .. Graeme” she corrected her self and blushed as she turned back to her PC.

He exchanged a few “Good mornings” as he walked through the open plan area to his office at the back, even a “Looking good” from someone behind him who’s voice he didn’t quite recognise.

Fiona, his PA, smiled at him as he approached, then started to finish of her personal phone call, telling whoever it was that she would call back at lunchtime.

He felt a slight relief and more relaxed as he made his private office and took off the causal jacket and slid into his chair.

Fiona arrived within moments, she’d been his PA for over ten years now, she knew most of his ups and downs both business and personal and he trusted her implicitly.

She quickly went through his meeting for the day, all internal meetings with the team or conference calls and no business meetings, nothing where he had to wear his uniform.

But he knew what she really wanted to know.

“So …. How did last night go then? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Hmmmm .. fantastic .. I think I’m in love!”

“Really? Did it go that well?” Fiona seemed somehow surprised.

“Yes, she is absolutely gorgeous and we had a great time.”

“I’m delighted for you, you deserve to have some happiness after the past few years. So when are you seeing her again?”

“We’re meeting for lunch”

“Aaah, that explains the jeans and the causal clothes”

“No big deal Fiona, it’s just time to make some changes and life has to move on. I know it sounds stupid, but I can’t wait to see her again”

“Good for you, I’m really pleased and hope that it goes really well”

“Thanks Fiona” he said as she vacated the office, noticing the faces looking at her face for an acknowlegement and heading for the kitchen where she’d pass on the word.

Graeme opened the briefcase, took out his laptop and started it up. Then he Maria a text, “Really looking forward to seeing you at 1 x”

Her response came quickly, “Can’t wait to see you too and thanks for being such a genteman last night, I had a really lovely time. X”

He smiled and picked up the phone to start the first conference call of the day, even although he knew that it would be hard to focus when his mind keeps wandering to thoughts of her blonde hair, long legs and tender kisses.

The Platform Lovers – 12 – Hurricane!

The moment I first set my eyes on her, I knew that I wanted her.

She appeared from the low level platform like an angel, her long blonde hair billowing in the breeze from the trains below.

Wow – I thought.

Fucking Wow!

Then I kicked myself – no chance – she’s way too attractive to be interested in me!

She came through the ticket barriers smiling and we kissed a friendly kiss on the cheek.

I didn’t want to push my luck, there was no point scaring the girl off too soon.

I knew that she was tall. She had mentioned it on a number of occasions on our phone calls which had lasted for hours most nights over the past few weeks.

Of course, I’d already known that from her profile, I could see she was tall in her pics, but you can never really tell.

Now as she takes a few steps towards me her legs look fantastic, firm, tanned and elongated by the 4 inch heels that she’s wearing. They were also very soft to touch, but I only found out about that later!

So lets not get too hung up on her legs. Not yet!

She’s gorgeous .. full stop.

Top to toe gorgeous.

We’d spoken on our emails about what we were looking for in a potential partner. I’d told her about wanting a beautiful equal, then realised I was being too serious so added a ps that I just wanted big tits and a sexy ass!

I hoped she would see that I was trying to lighten the mood and wondered how she would reply. Well we were being serious, so most of it was factual, but her ps confirmed that she had the attributes I was looking for and a sense of humour to match.

That’s the girl, serious nice stuff, then lighten the mood with what we really want!

But now, standing in front of her I can see those attributes for myself!

But its more than that .. isn’t it?

I drank her in within seconds, she really is good looking, eyes that seem to change between blue and green and a beaming smile that dimples on her cheeks when she laughs.

Her dress is sleeveless and classy, not too short and very tasteful for this summers evening.

A few minutes later and we are walking arm in arm to the restaurant, she really is stunning and I can’t believe how lucky I am to be walking down the street with this gorgeous creature on my arms.

She said – This feels surreal to be meeting you at last.

I had to agree, it did feel surreal.

We’d spoken for weeks now since we’d both came back from holiday, hours at a time of laughter and sharing our thoughts on life and personal histories.

We both have our kids to look after most of the time and this was the first opportunity that we’d had to meet as we had both been busy with one thing and the other.

If the truth be told, part of me was enjoying speaking with her so much that I didn’t want our bubble to burst by actually meeting, so there was fear of rejection and disappointment.

But we had to meet, it had to happen and I had all my fingers and toes crossed.

We arrive at the bar and I ask her what she’d like to drink, a medium white wine and for a moment I’m thinking that she’s being polite and getting ready to bail by not having a large. But then she asks for the wine to be medium dry but can you make it a large.

Now we’re sitting on bar-stools at a high table, the chat and laughter is full on and it’s much better than I had hoped for and much better than those late night phone conversations.

I can’t help myself stealing glances of her shapely figure and how toned her legs look.

30 minutes later we are showing each other phone pics of our kids, that’s when she came round and leaned against me, totally unexpectedly, she came round to let me look at her phone and leaned back on my knee.

I already had a smile on my face but how hard was it to stop my mind from wandering?

She’s clearly within my personal space and doesn’t seem to care.

My arm is around her waist, keeping her from sliding off and I can feel the firmness of her buttocks against my thigh.

My hand seems to fall naturally to her knee and I tell her how soft her skin feels.

She tells me that she moisturises twice per day and kisses me on the cheek.


The next few hours where full of chat and laughter, we were both surprised how we were meeting like old friends and both of us mentioned on a number of occasions about it being surreal to have met at last.

Never mind met, the fact that we were getting on so well was blowing me away.

That was before our first proper kiss, after dinner, walking holding hands, laughing as if there was no-one else in the world.

We pause for a second, I still can’t believe that this smart, funny, beauty finds me interesting and my cheeks are hurting from smiling so much.

She’s looking at me, smiling and wondering what I’m thinking and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to pull her towards me and kiss her tenderly like a hurricane.