Tough Enough this week featured a couple of special guests, Bull Dempsey’s left manboob and Bull Dempsey’s right manboob. Oh, and ROMAN~~~!!! who was there to make the women competitors, and I quote “wet”… View full article »
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Long before CM Punk became the “voice of the voiceless” there was the voice of the common man, and that voice was Dusty Rhodes. View full article »
Is this what we’ve come to on this blog? Well… yeah. It is. View full article »
It was the perfect storm (pardon the pun) of a rock band fast approaching the top of the game, and the best gig venue IN THE UNIVERSE coming together – Halestorm and The Barrowlands in Glasgow.
It’s been a weird 12 months for my home town; started on somewhat of a low with the Clutha tragedy fallout, built up again with the Commonwealth Games and the run up to the Indy Referendum, and dipped back down again with the trouble after that, and the horror in George Square just in the past fortnight.
It’s nearly the end of the year, and as usual, any idiot with a keyboard and a blog starts putting together end of year lists. This idiot is no different… it’s time for my annual top seven albums of the year! View full article »
Like many people, I have a bucket list of sorts; stuff I want to see or do before I finally kick the bucket and shuffle off this mortal coil. A lot of things are probably a bit too big for me to really do – I want to go see a live WrestleMania, a want to see a Superbowl, I want to see a Houston Astros game… and one of them? I ticked it off this weekend.
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I sit here, at 6.30am, unable to sleep thanks to copious amounts of coffee, energy drink, Tunnock’s Teacakes and for once, political intrigue. My country, the land that I love, held an Independence Referendum yesterday.
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September 18th 2014; probably the most important day in Scotland’s history since the first Oor Wullie comic was published. I’ll be glad when it’s all done and dusted as this past week, things have been getting a bit nippy, although I fear no matter what the result, it’ll drag on and on and on.
So the Commonwealth Games have been and gone, and as I rattle the keys on my overworked laptop, Clyde is on S1Jobs.com looking for his next gig. Glasgow has been hosting the 20th incarnation of the Games since last Wednesday, when we blew into town with dancing Tunnocks Teacakes, John Barrowman kissing and wee Scottie dugs stealing the show.