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I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things… I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind (Leo Buscaglia)

September 21, 2018

And I still say ‘Wow’ a lot 🙂

And so dear listener I was once a subject tutor for what is now known as the City of Glasgow College (and, indeed, enrolled as a student there last year and seem to have set a trend) and basically enjoyed my time there. 😀 😀

Before the magnificent building in Cathedral Street, it had kinda absorbed various buildings as various campuses including the very lovely Florence Street, which was an old primary school in the Gorbals and which I loved and the, eh, not so lovely Rogart Street which was a throwback to the days of the College of Building and Printing where apprentices learned to paint and build walls; and knock ‘em down again before the end of class so they could be built again by the next class. 🙂

So one day I was sent there for one day a week for ten weeks to teach the floor and wall tilers how to use computers to set out a brochure/flyer to advertise their services. Now, not every tiler wanted to learn how to do this so on that first day I split them into three groups; one was men of a certain age who had never used a computer before and then I showed how to play patience/solitaire thus teaching them how to click’n’drag; one was men of a certain age who just wanted to play pool and snooker on the computer and I managed to persuade them to turn their computers round and to turn the sound down so I wasn’t aware of them; and one was men of a certain age who genuinely wanted to learn and with them I made a good start.

In subsequent weeks, I managed to get them all working and at the end of each lesson they just saved their work to the computer unless they had a floppy disk (and do you think if I’d have used a floppy disk rather than a USB stick, life would be any different?) All was going well until Head Office decided to send a technician down to clean out the computers and eradicated every piece of work – including all the work done by the floor and wall tilers. I managed to stop the near-riot the next week and they all managed to pass. Well that’s what it said in the register so it must be true. 😉

Apparently the Theatre School of Scotland’s new studios are in Rogart Street. Wonder if it’s the same place? Just be careful what walls you lean against.

And talking of tilers….I did go to the dentist this week and, for the first time for a long time, I have serious work to do on my teeth and, in a similar vein, the Roads people have patched up the holes in my street and tell me permanent work will be carried out before the end of the financial year. So, several gaps being filled all at one go. 😉

(And, with absolutely no connection to anything else, it was exactly seven years ago that I started at UWS (Paisley) which was an amazing experience for soooooo many reasons (soooo many brilliant people) and the training for suicide intervention I was talking about last week is ASIST)

And finally, it seems that whilst the rest of the world measures typhoons, hurricanes and strong winds in miles per hour we, in Scotland, measure it in trampolines. I heard Scotrail spokespeople, weather forecasters and TV and radio presenters use it but Jackie Bird seemed uncertain when she heard it.

Dear listeners, a least one trampoline and an unharmed dog went viral this week but this is still the original and the best from Hurricane Bawbag of six (?) years ago, I give you ‘OMG Trampoline’

Tioraidh, still wearing that badge and quietly keeping it simple

Iaint850, and I’d describe myself as an ‘erotic spasm’ if only Vince Cable would tell me what it means.

So I’m very proud of something I did this week – on Wednesday, Storm Ali day. I’d given up on getting a train out of Queen Street Station and took the subway to Hillhead expecting to get a taxi up the road to the ASDA, Summerston but there were no taxis at any rank. I then thought about going through the Botanic Gardens and walking along the Walkway and slipping through a shortcut (somebody’s garden) to get to the Maryhill Road but the Gardens were locked (worries about trees falling over) So I just kept walking and it’s worth a wee look at a map. I did okay. At one point, going up the hill that is Sandbank Street, I was aware of my heart but decided that was a good sign and kept going. And then I got blown into a bush and it was then that I saw a train drawing into Summerston Station. They were still running after all. 😦

So this is a piece of music for me. It’s in black and white but it is the karaoke version, so please feel free to sing along.

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