It really is here!!!

Summer, ah I love it!

Street theatre

Nah not really, a petition to help oust mugabe. Quite right

Stein after stein..!

Cindi lauper was so right! Perhaps i should worry about my obsession with the steinage!

Mee-chelle, ma belle!

When Michele McManus realised who I was she was desperate to get a pic with me and finally get on my blog

The leaving man himself

Kevin cherishes his time before the scrum begins.

Spiky and Proud

I practice my patented "reporter" pose. This time with more hair

Come stein with me

You cant start a day on the sauce without a bracing stein or two!

That special time again

Indeed! It is the annual slc burning of the bin to celebrate the arrival of summer. I threw a few figs on the flames to make sure that the night out tonight went well. I hope the gods are listening

Hoist the mainbrace!

Keep her prow steady lads. Run up the mizzen, aar!

Fresh meat

The german pub is a demanding deity. I have to drag more and more victims into her cavernous maw.

Somestein later

That will show them! Tony sticks one to the man, or something

The Wall

Yep, we thought they had torn down the wall too. It seems not.

Suit you sir?

Its my turn to hoist the sweaty bittersweet flagons of moist hoppage

Then there were none

Cor flippin blimey and no mistake guvnor, steins rawk! A litre of seething seductive goodness :)

Tony Two Steins

At last after many moons of searching we have found it! The german bar! Das ees gut, dah!

Squirty goodness

Sometimes its easy to forget that glasgow isnt all stabby stabby geez wan fifty fur ma bus pal gonnae eh

Ness A Guin

You just dont get pints of guiness with a shamrock on the head enough!

They Live!

I whither under their demonic fury.

He rides a pale horse

The end is nigh! The horsemen of the apocalypse come, riding their steel steeds. Thats me on the Orange bike at the front, leading the charge against the sponny, filth encrusted denizens of Scarymill.

Chicken, but no stick?

A giant cock on bothwell st, whatever next? I think its the metro being read, no doubt it will be an active participant in the letters page! ;)

21st century travel

Holy banana, telly's on the bus, whatever next? Perhaps a playstation 3 or two for the delectation of the kappa trackied brigade!

Clever marketing!

Looks like some wag has come up with the perfect draw for the ladies of bothwell st at lunchtime. How can they resist!!!

Gettin tuff on the fluff

A week of the flu and no shaving (well a tad). Good lord, i could be a musketeer or an english lord. Hmm, someone fetch me my cane!

Oh the humanity

We tried our best, there were others who claimed we did more than that. That we were like gods striding the earth making the ne'er do wells tremble and shake like poorly turned out brúlee. We still couldnt save this one from the invisible demon bats though. She thrashed about as they landed in her hair trying to shake them off, but they were like flies roon a jammy piece.

A Woot'ifull sight

The ambience of the pot took on a more sombre air. People became frightened, looking about. Trying to trace the source of the ever more palpable menace. Suddenly Big Al leapt onto a chair, 'they're coming' he cried. 'Ware the invisible demon bats!' with that he pointed to the oncoming tide of invisible demon bats. 'RUN!!!'

Squids and Limpets

The night got busier and busier. We got squished more and more until not even was there room for smiles but our eyebrows were being jammed together, help!

Tyranny of the small mouths

Melting pot is so busy on its birthday party that there isnt even any room for smiles!

Lions of the Serengeti

I woke, my mouth was parched and my head was pounding mercilessly under the remorseless sun. Wearily i dragged myself upright and started to walk in the search for water. Hours passed before i came upon an oasis. There were two great cats there. I would have to wait till they supped their fill before I could venture down.

The Spills

It was a night of byblos-ical proportions! First watchin Rambo kill 400 burmans with a big gun. Honest the last 20 minutes of the film is just the thudding of the gun and bodies exploding. Utter quality. Then we encountered byblos, the spilliest club in the land!

Bribe schmibe!

No joining fee, a bag, a towel, a padlock and a water bottle! Feck me, i am sold!

Fill yer boots

Ah Mr T, look! They are everywhere!

Blogged off

I swear to god there has been nothing even reomtely amusing to take a photo of this month. This is it, the best I could get when madfoot gave me an utter look of disdain at the severe lack of feeding action that was going on. The fecker, I bet he sticks his paw in my mouth again when I am sleeping. It must be one of the most singularly rude ways in the world to be woken up!

Hearts of glass

Why? Why would they do such a thing!

To kill a focking turd

Stepped out the door this morning and narrowly missed being snaffled by some kind of fiendish trap laid by my neighbours! It appears to be a type of quantum entanglement device, phew a close shave indeed!

Vaio!

I think you pronounce it like caio? I hope that doesnt mean that by owning it i am going to wear a lot of armani and become a sex pest. Its a lovely wee creature and as archimedes was often heard to say, 'its as fast as f*ck'

My favourite pose

Oh yes, tongue out and glass in hand. I wore this tshirt in honour of my recent mastery of the brooklyn accent, heh heh.

We are minghawk!

Fi and jinty demonstrate how to be minghawk. Although fi is cheating as she hasnt touched a drop! Note- minghawk - to be honkin drunk - to be beyond the land of bonkered.

2008 Pottage!!

Tis the first pot of 2008.
Woot woot!!
Yas man!
Ooft!
Tear the roof off!

Groovy man!

Yeah, like chill-ax dudes. At least thats what the hip cat on the sign in my works foyer seems to be implying!

And the second rule about Fight Club...

Yeah, you get the picture. These are just a couple of "awesome" off camera scenes from the exciting Fight Club 60 seconds remix. I can still taste the ketchup.

The first rule of Fight Club.....

You do not talk about fight club.

Completion!!

Despite the heaving squalls and pouring rain as the skies cracked and vented down upon us, we finished!


The good citizens of the dear green place danced among us with abandon and celebrated with wigs and outlandish clothing in the manner of a street carnival!

The psychotic groupies

It seemed that our fame had begun to spread and the seeping crazies of the night began to join us in our subcrawl dominion. This chap was several guns short of an atrocity but we becalmed his broiling rage with shocks of the after variety


"Old Yeller" was not so easily appeased with our gifts and we had to sacrifice one of our own lest he smote us with his fearsome beard.

Anaconda of the sassy kind

Good heavens, my tongue has found its soulmate!


My imagination is petering out as I try to describe getting yet another picture behind a bar! Things were starting to look a little blurry and not just thru the accusing lens of the cameera.

Precious Partick

My mood was momentarily sombre as we padded through Partick, knowing it full well for its lawless denizens. However we made the pub without incident and it seemed like Zeus himself was lending his aid to our campaign to be photographed behind all of our sub crawling bars!

A few pointers

Hurrah! The accursed river has been traversed and all that is left is for us to hitch up our breeches for some north side carousing!

The Sub Crawl Machine was Remorseless

I must confess, like most of us, to be a little startled at Mr Stephen's ad hoc inspection of the barmaids "inny" bits. However they seemed to pass muster alright and we ploughed on!