Trumpets and the Blowing

Not being one to hoot my own horn as they say in the hootenschplatz. But my oh my would you look at that all conquering red army!!! What a menacing sight. I guess that would be me then. Cmon the red menace!

CS3 goodness

Check this Mr C! CS3 did this al by itself out of two photos!! I have no idea how either!

Aiyee. The eyes, those terrible eyes!

And lo. The boredom is sated somewhat

A Respite from the Ditchwater

Ah now thats better. This is a rare shot I took in the maldives

The Streets (part II)

More ditchwater dullardry!!! Yes its a corner building in the sun, wooee! Crazee man!

The Streets

Dull I know but the blogs have been a trifle sparse of late and it was so lovely and sunny and the trees were awfy green!

Paparazzo madness

Who says i aint a pap! That will show em

Mac Floyd

Rutherglen, friday night. Pink Floyd tribute band. They played for over 3 hours!! Jings i knew barely a song. What kept me going tho was the fact that the bass player was the spit of ford kiernan from chewing the fat :o)

Cross the Line

Its a bad day for the area when the red cross is on permanent station across from yer flat!

Downtown Battlefield

Its a dark place the field of battle

Big furry baby

I must confess. I have always had a penchant for black furry pussy

Wearing my Filth like a badge

A badge left on my desk by none other than my faithful companion biggles. He is a clever pup, i shall buy him a dried pigs ear for him to gnaw on.

Live Action

It wouldnt be Easter without a little man attack action. Fortunately its not as bad as it looks. The guy on the ground was a cuckoo and the man attempting to 'mount' him is a bouncer. I hope neither of them got a semi during their little tete a tete!

Big Bruiser

Cripes look at that feller, two days old and already he looks like his daddy

When Good Teamleaders go Bad

This is one of a fine trio of bruises i have today. On a Blogworthy note, if you look really closely you can see the face of jesus in it.

We're all Doomed

Seems my big brother is going into politics! I dread to think of some of his election promises.

Poignant Reflection

At this point in the evening everyone takes a moment to reflect on the events that occurred just over 2000 years ago this easter

Bandanarama

Obv with cowboy fashion at such a high. I decide to strut my stuff Bandana styley! That was some high falutin madness, yessir

Anaconda

Fiona smiles. Blissfully unaware that i have caught a mouse and am in the middle of swallowing it whole.

SATAN!!!

When you see a raffle ticket with the number of the beast, how can you not buy it! I am sure we are all familiar with the passage from revelations in the good book. 'Woe to you o'er earth and sea. For the devil sends his beast with wrath, for he knows that time is short. Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast. For it is a human number, the number is six, three score and six ..

Its Easter

What better way to celebrate someones birthday than to daub their car with shaving foam and balloons! Its the last day before the Easter break and its chuffin gorgeous weather. Yeehaa!!!

Giant Cat!

Aiyee! Just as i tried to get into my close i was menaced by that cat 'Arthur' - almost had my bloody wallet!!

The Scotland game

The day is sunny and the Scotland fans are out early and in force!

A Bucket of Wine!

Good lord. The primary fermentation is complete! No-one could have been more surprised than me when the hydrometer read .994. Its murky as feck. Now i have to add the finings and leave for 24 hours before bottling and letting then mature for a month. I hope the wine matures into a fine adult as at the moment it smells like cheap cheap plonk!

Even more nonsense!

Even more? This one is Midget Gems, a cheeky wee cd single.

More Riser nonsense

Square vinyl? Well i never, this un is Just Get By. Crap photo but thats hangovers for u

Riser nonsense

First single, More Tomorrow. That vinyl jazz.

The Booty

To work my friends! Let the winemaking begin. The wine that comes with the kit is utter tosh apparently. I will let that be a trial batch and then onto the chateau neuf combo that is apparently the beaverdale!

The hallowed place

After a maddening journey, a sodden trail and a gargantuan leap of faith I am here. Behold the kingdom of wine!!

Tunnels of Dark Reknown

So far so good. I have evaded the worst of the pondlife on my journey. Ducking the gaze of the feral eyed and filthy fingered. But now, what is this? A dark tunnel looms before me, etched with the scrawlings on the insane denizens of this land. A trap perhaps? No matter, I faced worse in Korea in '52. Onwards then, the devil takes care of his own.

Wine Quest

I begin my quest to find a homebrew wine kit. Alighting at partick station i am immediately assailed by the stench of the unwashed. Scurrilous vagabonds push past me whining in their sing song dialect. Its a less than salubrious past of town. I gird my loins and descend into the throng. Let the wine quest begin!

Burnt Offerings

Its friday, normally a day of joy, lambs gambolling in the fields, children skipping. Not today. There is a darkness in the air. Unseen menace. I see that already the clans of bothwell have prepared an offering to the gods. It sputters and smokes in the name of appeasement.

How to lose at poker

Smoke cigars, drink far too much and throw tast swathes of money at shit hands! I still love the game tho!

Its poker night

Tonight is the big poker night. I approach baggers tentatively, perhaps he may spare some perspicacious words.

'Meesterboom, play the cards. Dont let the cards play you.'

'Darn you baggers you cut to the heart of the matter. I shall armour myself with these words and strike true.'

Perfect

It is the only way to start a 5 day holiday!

Bamboo shoots

Michelle smiles, for me it wasnt so simple though. Something had to be done about the bizarre energy creature that was lurking in bamboo. Perhaps my serious face would scare it away!!!

Bamboozled

Me and Steve put the frighteners on the ladies in bamboo!!

Bagpuss

Bagpuss gazed at me forlornly with his large blue eyes. His obligatory snout hung, rakish from his wanton pout. 'of course you feel rough young man, after all, drinking on a school night. What were you thinking?'

Damn you baggers, why must you be always right.

The Kitten Shady

I added a wee tiny bit of surface blur (finds the edges, blurs the contents) in photoshop and can yuo believe it made this cute photo even cuter!! Awwww!!

dull alert

In the absence of anything decent to blog I have blogged my mums neighbours house and some lovely washing! But is the washing real mohowahar!!

Dont eat my flesh!!!

Aiyee, i have ended up in the land of the living dead!

The next level

Something odd happened. it seemed that when i spoke my own name 3 times whilst turning widdershins and gazing into a mirror. I found myself being flung into a spiralling transdimensional vortex! Where on earth would i end up?

Guitar Tomfoolery

Billy shows his best angry bass moves and gets his leg over at the same time!

I demonstrate my patented shouting fannybadger pose

The lad was born to rock!

What you fond'y Blondie!

I appalled myself when I realised I had spent a part of an exciting friday night polishing a goblet and being justly proud on my blog. As a penance I have posted yet another picture from 'those' years

Golly!

After having smashed what seemed like my thousandth wine glass. I picked up a heavily tarnished pair of goblets from the local cancer research charity shop (Incidentally I was greeted with some rather strange looks when I asked where the DNA sequencers and centrifuges might be, so I could assist them for an hour or two) . Tarnished indeed, the things were almost black and cool as they looked i despaired of ever using them. Step forward the wise old Mr Smith senior who upon seeing these critters absentmindedly said "a bit of Brasso and they will polish up well". His words pattered onto my head like sage raindrops onto a foolishly tiled thirsty roof. Off I trotted and purchased some of this old timer magic gunk. Dubiously and rubber gloved'ly I might add due to the noxious warnings on the tin, I applied the Baileys-like liquid as directed. Holy flippin bejesus, asByron was wont to say, look at the thing!! After some suitable rinsing I am off to quaff from it and then do the other one. It slightly numbs the pain of my thirty fifth summer approaching after all.

It be the Viragoes!

Or a sign with their name emblazoned upon it!! Below is a slightly overexposed daft shot of them at the coalface.

Laser Eyes!

A shot I took of my cats in the dark. The flash reflected in a splendid laser eyes way, top notch!