The Boys Are Back

After "some pretty crazy months" Driveblind made a triumphant return to the public eye when they headlined L.A's famous Troubadour club in West Hollywood on the 29th August.

The Troubadour opened in 1957 and has since seen the live debuts of acts such as Buffalo Springfield, James Taylor, The Pointer Sisters and Guns'n'Roses amongst others. It was also the venue where Tom Waits was discovered during an amateur night.

The boys have been keeping themselves busy whilst out of the spotlight, writing and demoing new material some of which is destined for release on an ep later this year. The Driveblind album released last year was a real cracker and it was a shame that Geffen Records never seemed to put too much promotional weight behind it.

Here are the boys performing Raised At Midnight, from the Driveblind album, live at the Troubadour. Its good to see them back, if ever a band deserves to make it big its these guys...



Links : Driveblind on MySpace, The Troubadour site

FAC 501

Occasionally in the world of popular music you get examples of bands or record labels that have taken a conscious step to include a bold design statement as part of their work.

Examples of this would be :

• The White Stripes use of the colours red and white on album sleeves, clothing etc
• ZTT with its Paul Morley written manifestos on record sleeves
• The Ramones leather jackets and jeans look

One of the most notable examples was Factory Records issuing of catalogue numbers for not just their audio and video output but also amongst other things posters (FAC 1), The Hacienda club (FAC 51), a hairdressing salon (FAC 98), and the club cat (FAC 191).

How fitting therefore that Tony Wilson the labels founder was buried recently, after losing his battle with kidney cancer, in a coffin carrying the last ever Factory catalogue number FAC 501.

There is something quite noble about carrying things through to the very end like this.

Pay Attention At The Back

Loved this brief story in today's Daily Record:

Our Prize Pupil Left In 2003

A pupil was given a prize for turning up to every lesson for a year - despite having left school four years earlier.

Education chiefs praised Stuart Fox as a model pupil and sent him a special pen and a pass allowing him to go swimming at the local pool free for a year.

But the red-faced officials were then told Stuart had moved.

Falkirk Council dish out the Present And Correct awards annually to pupils with perfect attendance.

Stuart had gone to Graeme High School in Falkirk but had moved to America with his family in 2003 when his father got a new job there.

Somehow, he had not been removed from the school roll.

And because teachers had not marked him absent, Stuart was automatically nominated for the award.

So the council education director Julia Swan wrote a letter congratulating him for his 100 percent attendance in the 2006-07 year, enclosing the pen and telling him about his grand prize of a year's free swimming.

It was only when the people who live in Stuart's old house in Polmont returned the letter that they realised the mistake.

Crikey. Dishing out an attendance prize to someone who left the country three years previously!

How easy must it be to bunk off from that school?

Obviously no requirement to dodge Wee Donny the bunking man like there was in my day...

Jock Rock #1 : If The Byrds Came From Bellshill

A new feature for Friday's, selected clips of some Scotland's contributions to the world of rawk.

Teenage Fanclub with Sparky's Dream from the album Grand Prix...

What's not to love?



For further info see The Fannies entry on wikipedia.

Fuzzy Gets Lucky

Could this be the most amazing golf shot ever?

A Graphicinno?

Cafe Mocha

Nice work by Lokesh Dhakar on these nifty graphics which show the differences between the different types of coffee you can get nowadays.

Unfortunately he does not yet feature the two staples of Dumbarton cafe society, Black Coffee and White Coffee (Tunnocks Tea Cakes optional).

Strange Creatures In The Workplace

I was inspired by Misssy's recent post to think of some of the 'characters' that I have come across in my, far too many, years working in different offices.

Some of the choicest ones that come to mind are detailed below:

Ear Defender Man

By all accounts an extremely intelligent and capable individual, Ear Defender Man used to drive us mad with his continual claims that his ability to work was being hampered by the high pitched whistling noise emanating from a nearby computer.

We sent a support technician to investigate, needless to say he couldn't find a problem or hear the mysterious noise. More complaints, so we sent another engineer. Still nothing. More complaints, this time I went down myself along with a representative from the HSE department. Guess what? Yep, nothing. We swapped out the machine anyway just to be helpful. Two days later, more complaints...maybe the noise hadn't been coming from the machine we removed after all, it was maybe the one next to it. And so it went on...

This carried on for far longer than I care to recall. I felt sorry for the guy as it was obviously bothering him, however, it was difficult to address the problem without recruiting some bizarre support technician/border collie crossbreed.

Eventually he came up with his own solution. He took to wearing a pair of industrial ear defenders at all times when he was at his desk. Not ideal but he seemed happy.

Hope for his sake the fire alarm doesn't go off...

The Matrix Vampire

New boy starts on the servicedesk upstairs. We can kind of forgive the ponytail and the floor length leather coat cos hey, its IT and we are pretty well used to geeks and nerds.

On his second day on the job he feels comfortable enough to put in his Dracula teeth, not the cheap plastic ones you get in lucky bags etc but a custom made set. Apparently he wore them all the time in the evenings and at weekends...

Not in here son! Get them oot yer mooth and get back on the phone...

The Gonk Bashers

A couple of normal everyday IT folk, good company, funny, good banter, etc etc

Except - when they start discussing their latest exploits in World Of Warcraft (or Gonk Bashing for Geeks as I call it).

I just can't stand it when two apparently rational people start rambling on about attacking some madey up monster, getting a new cloak with magical powers, and working on their leather working skills so that they can make their owl bear character a new belt, and on and on and on...

DMFHI.....(does my feckin head in)

The Clean Freak

This is not a particularly nice tale, if you are of a sensitive disposition please skip to the next section.

The Clean Freak was an otherwise normal joe who had developed a bit of a phobia since leaving the gents toilet just after another bloke who didn't wash his hands after doing what he had to do. This lodged in the Clean Freak's brain and started to eat away at it, before to long he was opening doors with his elbows or pulling the sleeves of his jumper down over his hands to press the start button on the photocopier.

The situation was most definitely not helped by the colleagues who worked alongside him. Being 'roughy toughy' oilmen they decided that playing on the Clean Freak's phobia would be a great laugh and proceeded to lace his lunchtime sandwiches with some freshly harvested pubic hairs when he was away from his desk. Needless to say this did not go down well.

Not sure what happened to this guy, he is probably living in a bubble somewhere.

The Overtime Golfer

Some years ago I worked on a major project that encouraged weekend working. This was quite attractive fiscally as you only had to work a half days time to get a full days pay, but this still wasn't enough for some people.

The main office block was 'L' shaped with the main entrance to the front and a long wing stretching out to the rear of the building.

One guy used to come to work on a Saturday, park his car in the car park at the back of the building and then walk round to the front, enter, and sign in at reception. He would then proceed downstairs and along the corridor to his office on the ground floor of the rear wing. Once he was in his office he would open the window, climb out, get into his car and drive off to play golf. On his return he would climb back in the window, make his way back to reception and sign out as having done a days work.

Fly git.

The Ground Floor Lady

The lady in question became known as The Ground Floor Lady after a safety review in the office decreed that she was not allowed to work on any of the upper floors.

The reasoning behing this was that she was so obese that in the case of a fire she would not be able to use the lifts and would be unable to walk down the stairs.

Surely a whole load of issues needing to be addressed here rather than just a blanket ruling of 'Hey porky, ground floor for you'...

Crazy Cutouts

Here's yet another crazy Japanese game show.

It doesn't look as painful as my previous posting on this subject but it still looks pretty mad.

No Blonde Jokes Required

Duhuh?????

What's Going On?

The shooting of 11 year old Rhys Jones, allegedly by another youngster, in Liverpool last week has shocked the UK.

In its own way the story below (taken from This Is Local London via Fark) is just as disturbing.

Body lay in High Street for 13 hours
By Sara Nelson

The body of a man apparently lay in Orpington High Street for 13 hours before a passerby realised he was dead this weekend.

The man, thought to be in his mid-to-late-30s, was found on the ground outside the Job Centre at 5.05pm on Saturday.

But bystanders said he had been lying there since 4am that morning.

Ambulance crews informed police, who are treating the incident as a sudden death.

Police believe they know who he is and are informing his next-of-kin.

Mother-of-three Hayley Hind was passing by when the police were called.

She said: "We had stopped for a cup-of-tea at the Silver Lounge and the police were just arriving.

"We asked the waitress what was going on and she told us and said people were saying he'd been there since 4am.

"Apparently he had been just lying there, not moving, while people were setting up their market stalls just feet away from him.

"The police were very good, they tried to shield everyone from the scene, but I am disgusted that he was left there for so long - more than 12 hours.

"A little bit of public spirit would not have gone amiss, you know, somebody stopping to say: 'Are you alright, mate?'

"Even if people thought he was just drunk or asleep it must have been unusual that he hadn't been moving at all to top up his alcohol levels or answer the call of nature.

"It's just so sad that he was left there for so long, there seems to be no compassion for anybody these days."

The 42-year-old, of Joyce Green, Dartford, added: "How dare they just walk past him."


I'm not sure if things are actually getting dramtically worse or if its just that one absolutely horrendous incident skews your vision of what is going on for a period of time.

Whatever it is one thing is for sure, Great Britain is not looking that great at the moment...

We Are The Champions Continued

Have to give much respect to the guys from Grampian Police who organised saturday's finals. They really went out of their way to make it a special day for all the boys involved.

The teams had to line up in the tunnel before the match before being led onto the pitch by a piper, there were p.a. announcements of the teams and scores, and at the end of the matches the medals and trophies were handed out at the back of the stand.

As I said in the previous post we fell 3-1 behind which was a shame as we were playing all the football and at one point forced about 12 corners in a row. The opposition had a great young lad playing up front for them, he was fast, could move the ball well and could finish, and their tactic of choice was to hoof the ball up to him and hit us on the break.

Once we got into the second half our boys managed to get a grip on him and snuff out the threat, meanwhile we were passing the ball well and creating, and taking, a fair few chances.

It was a close fought game right to the end and the final whistle was met with a mixture of euphoria and relief. Our boys were over the moon to have won but it was a shame to see some of the opposing players reduced to tears.

Still, not too bad winning a trophy at the end of our first season. I am sure that this will give the team a bit of confidence going into the new season.

I have cobbled together a fairly amateurish video memento of the day. I have only one thing to say about the mistimed tackle half way through the action - that's my boy!

We Are The Champions

Just a quick post to let all those readers waiting with baited breath know that we won our final.

As usual we did it the hard way, having to come back from 3-1 down, to win the game 5-3.

Will post in more detail later in the week, at the moment I am a bit drained and have to get the car loaded up for a trip south to see the wee fella's grandparents - hoping to drop in on Big Rab, Mrs Big Rab and the two lovely Big Rabettes as well.

I'll Have A Big Noggin With Cheese Please

This news just in courtesy of The Onion.

Paris & Nicole?

Taken from a Russian site with lots of bizarre animal photos (no, not that bizarre you smutty people...)

Schoolkid Proverbs

As found on Forwarded Funnies

1. Don't change horses......................until they stop running.
2. Strike while the...................................bug is close.
3. It's always darkest before..................Daylight Saving Time.
4. Never underestimate the power of.....................termites.
5. You can lead a horse to water but......................how?
6. Don't bite the hand that.............................looks dirty.
7. No news is....................................impossible.
8. A miss is as good as a..................................Mr.
9. You can't teach an old dog new....................math.
10. If you lie down with dogs, you'll............stink in the morning.
11. Love all, trust........................................me.
12. The pen is mightier than the..........................pigs.
13. An idle mind is...........................the best way to relax.
14. Where there's smoke there's............................pollution.
15. Happy the bride who........................gets all the presents.
16. A penny saved is.......................................not much.
17. Two's company, three's.............................the Musketeers.
18. Don't put off till tomorrow what..........you put on to go to bed.
19. Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and.....you have to blow your nose.
20. There are none so blind as.........................Stevie Wonder.
21. Children should be seen and not..............spanked or grounded.
22. If at first you don't succeed..................get new batteries.
23. You get out of something only what you.......see in the picture on the box.
24. When the blind lead the blind.................get out of the way.
25. Better late than........................................pregnant.

A Quick Giggle/Groan

Patient: "Doctor, doctor, I've got problems with my hearing.
Doctor: "What are the symptoms?"
Patient: "They're those yellow people on TV."

Scotland, South Africa, And The Torn Faced Old Git

Took the wee fella to Pittodrie to see some international football action last night, Scotland v South Africa.

We entered the back of the stand and tried to find our seats. We quickly identified that we were sitting in the back row and were at the end of the row.

I checked the seat number for the vacant seat at the end of the row.

"This will be where we are sitting wee man, yep, this seat is number 11" I said, checking the seat number.

"Aye, and this is number 10" piped up the elderly gentleman who together with his grandson were occupying the adjacent two seats.

"Good" I replied politely and with a smile "That will be my seat then"

The elderly gent torn faced old git then came out with what is an unfortunately common opening gambit in these parts, "Ah dinnae think so!"

Sighing, but still managing to force a smile, I produced my tickets and showed him, "Here's my tickets. As you can see I have Row Y seats ten and eleven".

Still torn faced he produces his crumpled tickets from his pocket and, with the air of someone explaining a simple fact to a retarded child, waved them under my nose saying "Well look, I have Row Y, seats nine and te....uh....er....eight........move along son"

Shuffles along to next seat, no word of apology, spends the whole game pretending we don't exist. Twat!

As for the game, it was probably the most tedious 90 minutes of football I have ever watched. South Africa moved the ball about well without really threatening to score whilst Scotland were hopeless except for the one moment of inspiration when they scored.

Out of all the football he has watched the wee fella says he still prefers watching Dumbarton. Poor bugger.

When Saturday Comes

Oh, the trials and tribulations of being a football manager!

Now I know how Fergie and Jose feel...

As I mentioned before, my youth team were playing a semi final of a local tournament last night.

The pre match team talk was tricky: how to relay the importance of the game, encourage the boys, but not make them overconcerned and nervous - needed to try and get the balance right.

Three minutes into the game I was beginning to think we had got the balance all wrong. The boys were not in the game at all and were already two goals down...

Thankfully they rallied and a couple of quick goals from our "midfield general" brought us back level and banished the nerves.

The boys were growing in confidence with every passing minute and soon started to play some great attacking football.

At this level there is a lot that can be done with brute force and direct play i.e. get the big boy at the back to knock people over, lump the ball up the park and hope that somebody gets a scoring touch in amongst the confusion. However, I don't like to play this way, our boys are encouraged to get the ball down, pass and move, and to use our pace down the flanks whenever possible - I firmly believe that playing good technical football wins out every time.

This proved to be the case last night as, despite a great deal of effort and application from the opposition players, our boys linked up well and gave the opposing midfield and defence a torrid time.

We eventually ran out 17-2 winners, the most pleasing aspect of which was that just about all the squad managed to get on the scoresheet. Actually, being honest, the most pleasing aspect was that the wee fella had a great game, scoring 5 goals and setting up a few of the others, I guess I'm a dad first and a coach second!

The final of the tournament is on Saturday and will be played at Peterhead's Balmoor Stadium. The boys are excited about playing on a proper pitch at a real league ground and I am sure that with all the parents, brothers, sisters, aunties and uncles etc crammed into the main stand we can generate a bit of an atmosphere.

Just need to hope that they can pull off a similar performance in the final, it would be great if they could win the thing!!

Gooooooooaaaaaaaalllllllllll !!!

Even when Brazil play route one football it somehow looks elegant.

This goal by Fabinho against New Zealand in the U17 World Cup set a new record for the fastest goal scored ever scored in a Fifa finals tournament : 9 seconds.

To see how he felt about scoring this record breaking goal read the interview with him here.

Fast Fingers

Trawling through YouTube I was struck by the sheer number of videos that people have posted of themselves playing guitar solos of various styles and qualities.

Here are a few of the more interesting ones I found.

Pachebel's Canon played by Funtwo



Bohemian Rhapsody played by Edgar Cruz



Drifting by Andy McKee



and for a bit of a laugh...

Some mad dude playing air guitar

Last Resting Place

Neatorama have a great story about The Weirdest Grave In The West.

The man responsible for it, John Davies, seems to have gone a bit loopy in his old age and blew all of his fortune on creating this overblown monument to himself and his wife.

Truly bizarre.

Breaking The Speed Limit

Found an intriguing article in The Telegraph which I have reproduced below.

'We have broken speed of light'

By Nic Fleming, Science Correspondent Last Updated: 12:01am BST 16/08/2007

A pair of German physicists claim to have broken the speed of light - an achievement that would undermine our entire understanding of space and time.

According to Einstein's special theory of relativity, it would require an infinite amount of energy to propel an object at more than 186,000 miles per second.

However, Dr Gunter Nimtz and Dr Alfons Stahlhofen, of the University of Koblenz, say they may have breached a key tenet of that theory.

The pair say they have conducted an experiment in which microwave photons - energetic packets of light - travelled "instantaneously" between a pair of prisms that had been moved up to 3ft apart.

Being able to travel faster than the speed of light would lead to a wide variety of bizarre consequences.

For instance, an astronaut moving faster than it would theoretically arrive at a destination before leaving.

The scientists were investigating a phenomenon called quantum tunnelling, which allows sub-atomic particles to break apparently unbreakable laws.

Dr Nimtz told New Scientist magazine: "For the time being, this is the only violation of special relativity that I know of."

Wow - does this mean that time travel is going to be possible?

Grab your things Marty, I'll get the DeLorean...

Daily Blogger Award

I have honoured by good old Groanin' Jock who has presented me with a Daily Blogger award.

This award originated on Bucky's The Wvb , a blog about everything and nothing, and is intended to be given to blogs that have at least 5 posts per week. It is to recognise the efforts of those blog writers who attempt to produce something worth reading on a daily basis.

Like most bloggers out there I do try my best to post up something interesting most days, whether it is from personal experience or something that I have found from rooting about in the deepest darkest recesses of the interwebthingy. My fellow office inhabitant, Gilldo Baggins, says that I have a rare talent for "finding shite on the internet", this blog allows me to put that talent to good use... I hope that some of the things I post entertain or intrigue you, I will do my best to try and bring more treats to the table...

I would like to pass this award on to two more than worthy recipients:

Big Rab at Songs Of A Sons Lover is a recent convert to blogging but has already posted some quality content on a wide variety of subject matter.

Alastair at alastair's heart monitor used to write for one of my favourite football fanzines, The Absolute Game, and has now amassed an amazing quantity of diverse and entertaining material online.

Pass it on guys...

Let Them Sing It For You

Possibly one of the funniest things that I have tinkered with on the good old interwebthingy for a long while.

This site lets you input text which is then converted into a sound file that is pieced together from clips from pop and rock songs.

Half the fun is inputting completely nonsensical phrases to be converted, the other half is spotting which songs the individual words have come from.

Link : Let Them Sing It For You

That's A Lotto Money

Brilliant quote in The Scotsman today in the story about an East Kilbride woman who has scooped the £35.4 million in the Euromillions lottery to become the UK's biggest National Lottery winner.

The lady in question works in the Admin department at the Royal Mail sorting office in Springburn, Glasgow.

This quote is from one of her co-workers:

"As far as we know she bought the winning ticket after leaving work on Friday night. The win couldn't have happened to a nicer person - she's the life and soul of the admin department in the sorting office.

Camelot sent a car to pick her up once she had made the call to them, and not long after the news spread that she had won.

Nobody knows what she will do yet with her winnings, but she'll be sadly missed if she decides not to come back to work."

Hmmm, difficult choice...

35 million quid in your hip pocket. Do you buy a big house somewhere in exotic climes and spend all day lying about being fed chocolate covered strawberries by the scantily clad sex objects of your choice or continue to wallow in the mindless drudgery of the 9-5 life...

Tough call.

Here We Go - 2, 3, 4...

This little ditty came on the iPod yesterday and brought a wide smile to my face.

Here's a little clip from back in the days when TOTP was guaranteed to have at least five minutes of anarchic chaos on it every week...



Jilted John was the creation of Graham Fellows whose later comic incarnation John Shuttleworth is featured below.



Link : The Official John Shuttleworth Interweb Drop-In Centre

Link : Graham Fellows entry in Wikipedia

What's The Crack?

Hilarious proof, if any more were needed, that drugs are bad for you...

Woman calls police about 'fake' cocaine

Mon Aug 13, 4:32 PM ET

ROCHELLE, Ga. - A woman was arrested after she called police to help "get her money back" after she was unhappy with the crack cocaine she purchased.

Juanita Marie Jones, 53, called Rochelle Police late Thursday night after she purchased what she thought was a $20 piece of crack cocaine, according to police reports.

She told officers she broke the rock into three pieces and smoked one, only to discover the drugs were "fake."

She took Officer Joel Quinn and Deputy John Shedd of the Wilcox County Sheriff's Office into her kitchen and showed them the drugs, police said.

She was promptly arrested on charges of possession of cocaine.

Information from: Cordele Dispatch , originally spotted on Yahoo News .

Life Under Canvas

Spent the weekend in Huntly in the tent again.

Weather was mixed but it didn't manage to spoil the weekend.

First night's camping was enlivened somewhat when someone three tents down awoke in the early hours to discover an interloper in his tent. Apparently some guy had returned from his mate's caravan somewhat over refreshed and had kipped down in the wrong tent... Fun and games.

Discovered that the Speyside Stages rally was being held on the Saturday and so took the wee fella to see the cars at the maintenance stop and then took in the stage at Rosarie forest. I have to say that despite the presence of lots of extremely fast Subaru's and Mitsubishi's my favourite cars were the vintage Escorts like the one in the clip below. Update : video replaced with one of my own.

Life In The Raw

This amateur video on YouTube is probably the most dramatic bit of wildlife footage I have seen.

Watch as the fight for survival unfolds featuring lions, buffalo, and a crocodile...



Spotted thanks to the BBC.

Fans Chant The Funniest Things

Spotted this on the BBC Sport Quotes Of The Week page.

"Small nasty pickle, you're just a small nasty pickle!" AND "Liked in McDonalds, you're not even liked in McDonalds!"

Liverpool fans to Colchester's Dean Gerken in a pre-season friendly.

Kerwallity!!!!

Lyric Snippets 8

Lyric quiz time again folks...

The lyric snippets below are from the last five songs played on my iPod this morning. Can you identify the songs?

1. Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain, That could hold you dear lady from going insane, That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain, Of your useless and pointless knowledge
2. And out on the subway, Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid, Exits into daylight, spraygun hid
3. Painted words are whispered, Its no prayer, Whispering words, Are drifting like the snow
4. It may seem strange but he'd admit, Intentions aren't exactly true, And though God loves his wife a bit, He hates the farmer through and through
5. I dont know but I been told, A big legged woman aint got no soul

Answers in the comments please, and no Googling!

The full list of answers will be posted later.

The answers to Lyric Snippets 7 are now in the comments for that post.

We Have A Semi On

The youth team I coach has been playing in a cup competition over the past few weeks.

The league section they are in has teams from both Primary 4 and Primary 5. My lads are all P4 and have been struggling a bit against the bigger lads in the P5 teams, however, this week they played another P4 team and finally got a chance to play the way I know they can.

A 7-3 victory assured them of a place in the semi-final of the competition to win the Salver which is a trophy that the lesser teams play for - kind of in the way that Rangers will drop into the UEFA Cup when they fail to win in the next round of the Champions League.

The semi final is in a couple of weeks time with a place in the final, to be held at Peterhead's Balmoor Stadium, at stake.

Here's hoping for a good performance as I'm sure that the boys would really love to be in that final.

A Load Of Bollox

There is a factory in Northern Minnesota that makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arm. Here is a true story (my arse!) :

Lena was hired at the factory and she reported for her 1st day promptly at 8:00 a.m.

The following day, at 8:45, there was a knock at the personnel manager's door. The foreman from the assembly line threw open the door and began to rant about his new employee, Lena. He complained that she was incredibly slow and that the entire production line was behind schedule and backing up!

The personnel manager decided he should see this for himself, so the two men marched down to the factory floor. When they got there, the line was so backed up, there were Tickle Me Elmos all over the factory floor and they were really beginning to pile up. At the end of the line stood Lena, surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmos.

She had a roll of plush red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles. The two men watched in amazement as she cut a little piece of fabric, wrapped it around two marbles and began carefully to sew the little package between Elmo's legs.

The personnel manager stared for a few seconds, saw what was happening, and burst into laughter. After several minutes of hysterics, he pulled himself together and approached Lena.

"I'm sorry," he said to her. Barely able to keep a straight face, he said, "I think you misunderstood the instructions given you yesterday. Your job is to give each Elmo two test tickles ..."

Simpsonly Awesome

As someone who can't even play one guitar I was amazed at how good this guy was at playing two at once...

Kids Kits

Bought the wee fella a new footie top today.

Aberdeen have just launched their new third strip. The wee fella likes it because it is an Aberdeen strip but in Dumbarton colours, thus enabling him to feel like he is supporting both teams at once!

Ridiculous the price they are charging for these things though...

Great Spam Email Subject Line

I just love the strange subject lines on the spam emails I get every so often.

Todays was "impromptu vacuum cleaner"

Camping Carry On

The TK family are off to road test our new tent over the next couple of days. We are hoping and praying that the recent positive change in the weather carries on for a bit longer.

We have decided not to stray too far from home on this maiden voyage in case of foul weather, disasters, injuries, plagues of frogs, murderous nightprowlers etc etc. Ever the eternal optimists, we always like to look on the bright side...

Getting to our destination may prove to be the toughest challenge. To some a camping trip would involve a small tent, sleeping bags, a couple of tins of baked beans, two dozen cans of lager, and some loo roll - not the family TK! We have a tent that could function as a temporary refugee holding centre, a mountain of bits and bobs for the internals, and enough changes of wardrobe to keep Posh Spice happy for a month. Fitting all of this gubbins into the TK mobile was like a horrendous automobile based version of Tetris but I finally managed it, only to have to go back and rearrange everything when I remembered we had to fit 2.5 people in the vehicle as well!

I am sure we will have lots of fun, once I have managed to erect the marquee, and it will be a nice break.

May try and email in some blog entries if the mood takes me, if it doesn't (ab)normal service will be resumed in a couple of days.


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