Archive for February, 2012

Happy happy birthday in a hot bath. To those nice nice nights. I remember always always I got such a fright, seeing them in my dark cupboard with my great big cake

February 26, 2012

And in case you didn’t recognise that lyric, cos it seems weird, it actually comes from that awfully nice Altered Images track, Happy Birthday, with that awfully nice Claire Grogan and those awfully nice McCluskey Bros…….but it just stands out…….anyway lots of birthdays at the weekend, and they all seemed to be about celebrating the number four.

The big one for me, of course, was study buddies Fi’s now very big boy (j) who had an awesome party…with cakes and sausages rolls and chocolate and games and party bags and ME – every party with only small boys needs at least one grown up aged 42, who they can kick, punch and kick footballs at in the back garden. Me and my legendary AJAX ABN Amro replica shirt. (Wonder what Fred Goodwin would pay for it?)

J is now the proud possessor of a Partick Thistle strip, but I didn’t tell him yesterday’s score. He and Fi are on a promise. When the weather gets good, they get going… the field of dreams that is Firhill, where the mighty Maryhill Magyars strut their ever so funky stuff in front of a packed house……Naw, that is dreams. But we’re going.

And well done to the other Number Four in birthday terms. One helluva achievement……

My placement in a community drugs rehab unit out Easterhouse way seems to be going good but all confidences will be respected. However, I’ve started running a writers’ workshop on Friday afternoons, giving folk a wee bit of confidence in writing skills and getting the message across. It’s not teaching bur sharing, with limitations. There’s only so much I can say about my own place on a long journey, but I still think FE lost a f**king good teacher, when they lost me………but, I am scum and I know I am, but I am happy scum (New listeners will have no idea but it’s old news, but, as they say, you do go through life with the same arse you were born with, and they are so right.)

And finally, I’ve mucked up my Blackberry. There’s a wee problem with the e-mail thingy, so in trying to sort it, I pressed the HIDE button and now I can’t find anything. I plan to take it to an Orange shop in the holiday destination of Paisley. So I Googled Orange + Paisley, and got a jolly interesting update on the health of the Reverend Ian……mmmm……wonder if I should ask him? Maybe not.

I did once ask someone of similar persuasion, what he thought of my collection of dried, scented flowers and would he like me to create a similar display at home for him. To which he replied, ‘There’ll be no pot-pourri in my house.’

Cya, keep(ing) it fun and still wearing that badge? Only it was dwarved by badges that said ‘Birthday Boy’.

Johnt850, the spitting image of Johann Cruyff…in the dark

So I had said that this bit would go back to being the serious bit, especially with Prostate Cancer Awareness Month coming up. Well one unfortunate victim of the whole debacle has been the cancellation of Blue Nose Day, when the Prostate Cancer Charity was supposed to team up with the Rangers Charity Foundation to sell blue noses for charity.

Last year I was shouting; ‘Not a penny goes to the taxman!’. This year it ain’t so funny. People will lose jobs and they won’t all be as fortunate as Gordon Smith and get a gig on Sky Sports….sad days for the Teddy Bears. Sad days for charity.

One of the fun things about J’s party was, altho’ I did not get to choose the music (wee boys like Kraftwerk, don’t they?) I did get to play at being deejay for Statues and Musical Chairs. This was one of the tracks that came up and it’s one of those that seems to get dads up ‘dancing’.

To anyone going to a wedding with me in the next two years or so, don’t worry I don’t do ‘dad dancing’…I do ‘big box,little box’…..but this brought back memories. It was in my alter ego’s home town of Peterhead. It was an exchange visit with some French students and she was, well, French.

Happy Daze.

Enjoi, mes amis, enjoi.        

So now it’s Friday almost time to go home and back into the big wide world I must roam But I’ll take with me every single thing. So that’s the story of my experience week. It was beautiful and it was unique. It made me friends and it opened my heart. This isn’t the end – it’s just the start!

February 18, 2012

So that’s a song by the Waterboys about a week’s work experience in the Findhorn Community in the North of Scotland and that is soooooo appealing for soooooo many reasons, not the least of which is my continued unhappiness with technology which has an effect on the regularity of this blog. It also goes out to my studently colleagues who have either started their placements or are about to do so this week. 🙂

(Good luck study buddie Fi x) 😀

My own good start was cut short by a flu big thing but I was really daft. I went into uny on the way home on Monday and felt dreadful so continued the journey. On Tuesday, I went out to placement but felt ill and came home; ‘So jt’, said Skippy, ‘that’s twice you’ve actually gone into your work…two days in a row…and yet you’re thinking about going in on Wednesday? Don’t be daft!’ So I wasn’t and I slept ‘til 8.30, the longest in a long while…….

But I’d left my laptop charger there on the lonely sea and the shore that is Queenslie Industrial Estate and there is soooooo much to say but confidentiality rules……..I’m being given the chance to do some creative writing groupwork……’s always helped me. Maybe it’ll help others.

So the blog continues and how often have I said that recently?

So let’s catch up. I’ve told some of the world about Son Brian proposing to KT and her accepting but I unwittingly broke the embargo – details to follow in the Herald of Glasgow; Study buddie Fi starts her placement this week and I’d like to say thanks to her, 4 year old to be j, and dog with no blog name as yet , for a recent smashing trip to the bird sanctuary at Lochwinnoch and I was taking out my phone to take a pic, not make a phone call – honest; can I also thanks to Fi’s mum for my tea last Sunday – always an interesting moment in a young man’s life. 😉

Sharon celebrated her forthcoming nuptials by getting a hip-hop op (and I got a suit for the wedding cos Son Brian gave me some clothes to take to the charity shop – and I will make a donation – honest); the good Doctor W, having taken over the academic world, is now yomping all over Strathclyde Park (it’s been a wee while since I’ve been to the gay cottagers’ car park – please say hi); the rainforestriverman has been in town – and was surprised when I paid for the sumptuous seven course lunch – coffees in Starbuck’s; the Vampire Slayer and Missie K are concentrating soooooooo hard on their studies that I am reminded of the times when they, like soooooo many other students, would say in my class, ‘jt, we can’t concentrate…..can we go to the library?’ but the difference with them was that they actually went…….; and in case you wonder about the jt reference, I recently helped another former student with directions and she replied, ‘thanks j dawg.’

e and AJ continue to prosper (CBeebies has high production values) and Happy Birthday to AJ’s dad; I make no comment on the current situation at Ibrox as I well remember another football club which was sold for the best of reasons to a supposedly well-off businessman surrounded by psycophants (sp); and Tesco’s in Kilbirne does not sell gluten free rice but does sell gluten free lasagne sheets

And finally, the demise of the internal hard drive saw an end to the business address for but the site still exists with different address, so please spread the word. A lot of stuff was saved but it’s as if Outlook Express never existed in my life.

Cya, keep(ing) it fun and still wearing that badge? Yup, I don’t leave it anywhere for the weekend.

Johnt850, who listens but doesn’t always hear

So the serious stuff (but in that fun kinda way) will return soon, particularly as it’s almost Prostate Cancer Awareness Month – this month’s slogan ‘Out of the Blue’ was chosen long before, well anyway,…… out for it. Please.

So as we charge though an eventful February with its various shades of red roses, here’s The Gaslight Anthem. It’s a song for anyone going to weddings or planning to play statues at birthday parties; it’s for the girl with ‘stars in her eyes’.

Your mother called you by your true name, you remember the faces, the places, the name, you know that it’s never over, it’s relentless as the rain…..Adam raised a Cain

February 4, 2012

So I lapsed. Recently. But it was within the technical description of the word. One slip. Not a return to a world with meat. It’s just that all that was on the menu on my first day at the community drugs rehab centre where I’m doing my placement was sausages. But I’d a wee word with a fellow pescetarian co-worker and the next day there was a baked potato with a cheese topping for me.

Other than that it’s going really well. And that’s basically all I can say. Except it’s busy. That and a wee computer problem and a jolly nice time with study buddie Fi and assorted chaos mean that the blog is about to become a wee bit more intermittent but will still be out there.

I think the basic problem was the death of my internal hard drive the other day. I took the dying unit to the computer hospital in Drumchapel (Resolve and they’re damned good….just say John from Summerston sent you) and they saved almost everything as it was doing the dying swan thing….I’ve lost mail stuff and also the formal and informal shortcuts that we all develop and some things need to go back on desktop and all that kinda stuff. Everything else seems to be there. Just not where I expect it to be.

I’ve lost the ability to publish through Facebook, for example, and altho’ it’s in there, I’ve not had time to find it. Those of you who know my technophobia will be sooooooooooo proud of me that I was able to align my printer with the laptop at the same time as washing curtains that I didn’t have until recently. Now I need curtain poles.

So I turned up at the computer hospital and had to make a phone call from the car park on the Blackberry telephonic devise. Just after I dialled a voice kicked in to say that I owed them money. Not the first time this has happened in the Drum but this voice came from the fone. The direct debit had not kicked in. So I pressed the right buttons. Unusual for a male but I don’t do stereotypes. And a nice female voice started to help me. Just as a f**king plane flew over my head. The voice on the fone was good. She helped me to pay what I owed.

Just unnerved by the large number of ppl wearing hoods who wrote down my credit card number. And how little help I received from the 150/789 person I contacted the next day to try to get credit card up and running. We’ll see what snail mail and e-mail do for me.

So not much to say today. News of the good doctor W, and Missie K, and Sharon’s exciting news, and e and AJ will follow in due course but maybe not always on the same day as before. But I ain’t going away. Some things I like too much. Even if the journey ain’t always smooth.

Cya, keep(ing) it fun, and still wearing that badge? It ain’t going anywhere either.

Johnt850….I don’t do patter. I mean what I say.

And there aint’ nothing in this bit but it don’t mean I have nothing to say…..