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‘I’m entering the world’s tightest hat competition. I just hope I can pull it off. (William Andrews)

September 1, 2018

And so dear listener I watched World War Z and thought it was awful. I didn’t even stick it to the end. Shame, really, as long term listeners will remember that the Good Dr W was an extra in the film, playing an office worker.

I didn’t apply for an audition for this movie but was turned down for the Scarlett Johannesson (sp) one where she cruised the streets of Glasgow, and similar places, picking up men. 😦

I have two memories of W’s time there. One was her second audition. Many people had been told to come back dressed as office workers to see how they would suit the role. Many people did not have appropriate clothing so what they did was to go to Primark in Argyle Street, buy an outfit, and return it an hour later, saying they’d changed their minds (but they’d got the part). 😉

Long before the days of ATMs, I am told, if you needed cash you went to M & S and bought something, paying by cheque, and returned it an hour later, getting an immediate refund.

W’s other memory (and, no, I’ve not seen her for a very long while) was of the smell of Fabreze. For continuity reasons, the extras had to wear the same outfit over eight or nine days, so every night the wardrobe staff sprayed the clothes with Fabreze….I’m told it stopped helping quite early on.

But the movie was still rubbish.

We did work together on Lip Service (the Glaswegian based lesbian drama set in the Merchant City) but we never made it past the cutting room floor (or the offline editing suite) but W did go on to do the Fast and Furious that was shot in Glasgow as well as a Virgin Trains ad……..

Moving on. 🙂

But I did like the Adrian Chiles doc where he tried to work out whether or not he was an ‘alcoholic’. Less and less and less, that word is used in professional treatment and recovery. There is one obvious group where it is the key to ‘membership’ but mostly we talk of problem drinking or alcohol dependency and trying to help with the motivation to give up but, yes, many are too far gone and giving up on the drink is one very big ask.

But I was delighted to see that Adrian and another drinker attended a group called Smart Recovery which is much more like the groups you see on TV and has a flip chart and a leader and everyone is encouraged to talk. At the majority of AA meetings, with the exception of the chairman, they tend to be One Singer, One Song.

But Adrian, I’m sorry, and you already know it, you have a problem.

On a lighter note, one of my grandchildren celebrated her fourth birthday the other day and I did buy some pressies for her. Indeed I’ve been buying so many recently that my downstairs room looks like Christmas but one of the things I bought her was a cape you made up into a set of butterfly wings and the next day I got a couple of pics from my son of her wearing those self-same wings. 😀 😀

(I have yet to tell Son Brian that I do not have over fifties life assurance but he is getting the house, the pension pot, and I have yet to decide what to do with the business as the website is currently no longer)

And that, dear listener, is a kinda example of the Oxford Comma……kinda. It was an answer on The Chase the other night.

And finally, the pics fair cheered me up as the next day I took my car to the garage for its final service before the Warranty expired and it was not good news. I know coil springs are important so they need to get fixed. It was a bad shunt at an obscure angle into the pavement, thankfully missing any pedestrians and other cars, about seven years ago that convinced me of that.

I so hate being a grown up.

Tioraidh, still wearing that badge and still keeping it simple

Iaint850, and then a certain record was played on the car’s stereo.

And then a day or so later, things got worse. Scottish Water had shoved a card through my door asking me to arrange access for them (‘but I was told you would phone me the day before’) but they turned up the next day anyway but despite the call centre giving out my home number to Goodness know who, it’s not yet finished; an attempted meeting with the rainforestriverman was delayed cos the concierge in a fancy Glasgow hotel seemed not to pass on a message; I got home with toothache; Arnold Clark’s told me that my car might not be ready at 0800 the next day when we had agreed a day or so earlier it would be (but It was at 0900); TSB online wouldn’t recognise my password; and good news, of a fashion, in that I have got dates for some consultations with regard to the heart condition.
And a neighbour chose to tell me that he’d put my bin back in my drive cos it was blocking his drive after the binmen had been. Big effing deal!!!!! I’ve done that for you tons of time and not made a big sodding deal of it!!!!!!

But things were better after a good night’s sleep.

So the island of Iona has always held a special fascination for me ever since BBC Religious Broadcasting paid for me to spend a couple of days there in the company of the amazing Lord George MacLeod and it was when I was watching a TV prog the other night with Neil Oliver (he is sooooo much smaller in real life) that I remembered a band I saw many years ago (I think in QMU). This was one of the other places Neil visited in the same prog.

I bet you recognise it as soon as you hear it;