Rowdy Roddy Piper was many things to many people. To a kid growing up in Scotland, watching all these body builder types strut their stuff in WWF rings in the 80s, he was pretty much The Man.
Long before CM Punk became the “voice of the voiceless” there was the voice of the common man, and that voice was Dusty Rhodes. Continue reading
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.
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.
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.
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.
Waking up on another blisteringly sunny day in Manchester, I had until 3pm to kill some time.
Woke up bright and early and packed the bag from hell and got ready to have a wander round London one last time. Continue reading