news and Chat

I have time to chat just now.... FOR I HAVE HANDED IN ALL MY DEGREE WORK.
All in. Barring shit results and natural disasters I will be a BSc.
I thought I'd be happy but dammit, I just want to cry and curl up into a ball. I hope a feeling of joy will arrive soon. This has taken long enough and I'll be damned if I'm gonna feel miserable.

So... Chat.
My very favorite TV programme is back on, the untempered JOY that is the Beechgrove Garden is now gracing our screens again. The very staple of scottish gardening has been on for 20 years and I've watched it all. Seriously. Ask my mum.
Alan Titchmarsh and Monty Don- pee off! Beechgrove kicks ass. A programme which shows us what we can really plant up here is just ace. Monty Don and his tender perennials. Ptcha! wouldn't last the night up here mate. What you want is something HARDY, like heather(who, incidentally, does the weather).
This week they are trialing 'lady cucumbers' which sounds to me like something lesbians would subscribe to. If you are in the BBC scotland area I urge you to watch.
I think this may be the year i will visit the field of dreams, Aberdeen here I come!

The weather just now is glorious. The past couple of nights the sunset has been like the golden angelic choir have been doing a dress rehearsal outside my window but I couldn't look, for I was typing. But now I shall go and frolic and possibly Gambol if my knee holds up.

What a nice day.

Good evening sports fans!

I have replaced the blessed soon to be sainted Ipod with a Sony walkman.
20G of purple delight. Isn't it lovely?
I'm quite chuffed but pretty damn annoyed at Apple's attitude toward the battery issue- pretty much "ha ha ha we have your money" sums it up.
Boycott ipod thats all I can say.

Slipped away after a brief illness.

I am in mourning.
It happened so quickly I almost can't believe it.
Here and then gone.
A simple slip is all it took for my ipod to die.
His corpse is in my bag as I type. Poor ipod. You didn't deserve this.
I thought I could change the battery myself and I killed you.
Service to be held thursday at 1. No flowers please.

This ain't Musak.

As you know, I don't move without my headphones in. It's the only thing I do regularly is listen to music. I have a new dealer. A new way of pumping my veins with the lucious stuff.
So-If you like a bit of music, new stuff and something new I wholeheartedly recommend
The Tartan Podcast
No need for itunes or owt. Just clicky play and you can listen.
You might find something you like.
I found The Calamateurs. And they fucking rock.
I'm also on Myspace. Shut it. I go for the music.

skeleton bob cometh!

So the badger snuffled outta his sett and managed to get my skeleton Bob prize through to me.
And Lo! it is magnificent. I thought I looked quite special in my hat but to have it confirmed by Skeleton Bob is an honour indeed. Much framing of pics shall ensue. Though I didn't like the way special was in these little ' things: 'special', suggesting I have a bus come to get me for the day centre...
But the fun didn't stop there...oh no.
I got an envelope. AND Cat hair AND some dead Ficus leaves AND a book which had been scribbled in. AND i didn't win the euromillions. But the thought was there.
The cat hair triggered my hayfever a couple of weeks early but a runny nose couldn't stop me enjoying my prize..no no
One swift phone call to the badger confirmed that those indecipherable squiggles are in fact authors signatures-Jeez peeps, they're pretty bad. I'm gonna scan in the signature page and kudos to anyone who can get some of those names nailed. Thank custard for word processing thats all I'll say.
I gotta prize!! I gotta prize!!
Thanks Uncle Stuart!
Oh and wanking featuring in the first PAGE of the book? Classy.