The oldest punk in Scotland and nae bran scones

Delurking day @ Three Minute Boy
I’ve got feck all to write about today. I’m lacking inspiration on a totally colossal scale. The usual round of jakeys, junkies and reprobates which punctuate these pages must be on their summer holidays. I’m suspecting there’s some kind of package deal on offer where they can presumably go to Spain for a fortnight and get bevvied in Spanish all day drinking dens before retiring to their self-catering skips. Anyway, in honour of such creative downtime, I’ve decided to use this post as a ‘delurking day’ kind of post. I pour my thoughts out regularly into this blog but know next to nothing about most of my readers. In the spirit of informati

Always loved Elvis but never sang the blues
Cheeky wee turned on it’s head Wonderstuff reference there for anyone old enough to remember or care. Never was a man more appropriately named than Miles Hunt but that’s another story for another day (specifically a day when we are discussing the Livingston Forum gig circa 1992). Anyway, lets get this post back on track. Many longer term observers of this blog will have noticed it change over the years from personal life stuff to observational humour, sometimes for the better, sometimes for

London smells of jobbies
A provocative title, I’m sure you’ll agree. Cue a deluge of abuse from Pearly Kings and Queens in my comments page. I’m not saying London always smells of jobbies. But it did yesterday. In the vicinity of London Victoria tube station to be precise. It smelled like the drains used to smell on Spanish package holidays in the 1980’s. Ahh. Laaandaaahn Taaaan. I can’t fail to be attracted to it’s buzz and almost constant motion but by the end of a day or a few days there, I’m glad to get home to the more sedate city of Edinburgh. Yesterday I barely had time to take it all in as I arrived at Gatwick, got the train to Victoria and then got

The Bomb That Will Bring Us Together
If you want to wipe out Ned-dom in one fell swoop, there is an easy solution. Bomb every fairground and amusement arcade in the country. That’s the conclusion I’ve drawn from last nights trip to the fairground at Leith Links. Arriving prior to the 6 o’clock opening time, we decided to kill some time in the kids playground on the links only to find it full of more tracksuits than JJB sports – all sporting a Regal King Size, hooped ear-rings, the obligatory scruffy bairn and a collection of ’sovvy’ rings. Perhaps the most shocking aspect was that about 80% of them would legally qualify for a ‘half’ on the bus. Throw in a liberal

Ten days which didn’t change the world
It’s been exactly ten days since I last posted here. Piss poor statistic I know, but ten is a nice round number. So what’s been happening? Well, we are now just over 3 weeks away from the due date of the baby. That’s not a piss poor statistic. That’s quite  a scary fact. There are still a number of things to be done around our house. Added to that is the fact that our tenants vacated our rental flat recently, so it’s sitting empty in need of sprucing up and selling. Unfortunately, in their haste to leave, they accidentally left a huge bag of prawns in the fridge. I could smell the prawns from the second floor landing of the common stair last n