In the words of Churchill - 'Thats what ahm talkin aboot!'
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Slouch - Bar of Kings!!
Fortunately after the bizarre slidy eyed-ness of the staff in the saint we found this wee pub which had smashing music, cool cocktails and cheery staff, yay!
The Saint, possibly the crappiest joint in town.
I do not think I have ever received such poor table service. Twenty minutes watching the girl grudgingly serve some one who just about rugby tackled her for attention. Then she gothwalked between tables desperately trying not to catch anyone's eye. So frantic was she to not to look at me before I left she was readying to spoon out her eyes so she could hide them in a box.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Blurring the lines
Honest I have no idea sometimes how just a respectable wee drink in shawlands turns into screaming insanity and donner kebab pizzas.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Hangover cure
It fair lifts yer spirits when you wake up after the Christmas night out feeling a tad delicate and open your eyes to this wee cutie gazing at you :0)
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Tuesday's bus breaks down
After finally getting one of the elusive feckers that didn't just drive past chock a block with folk; it broke down after a few stops! Grr. Contrary to the third reich'y-ness of his pose the driver was quite a jolly chap.
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