Archive for the ‘Waterboys’ Category

“History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.” – Maya Angelou

June 12, 2020

And so, dear listener, it’s been a quiet but interesting week. I’m delighted to say, as I ‘stop pressed’ last week, that last Saturday I was visited by Son Brian, and my grandkids, Miss E (5) and Master F (3). The first time in three months. Now, I think it’s worth stressing that there were no concerns about hugging and I’m quite pleased about that. 🙂

There wasn’t any.

Meeting up with me seemed pretty natural to them and that’s good. Despite the time gap. They kicked a football about and threw hoops over sticks and stuff like that but, just in case, their dad had brought their scooters and we decided to go exploring. 😀

To the graveyard.

Now can I just explain something. This place is massive. Look at it on a map or Google Earth. It’s Lambhill and St Kentigern’s cemeteries with lots of space, great views and surprises around every corner.

Miss E, as with her not quite namesake, good friend e, was fascinated by some of the gravestones as she scooted and stopped to look at the toys and bears and other stuff that had been used as an ‘in memoriam’ for people long since gone. 🙂

I think it’s a lot better that the likes of the Botanic Gardens or Vikky Park or Rouken Glen. It’s not designed for visitors and may well be boring to some folk. No benches or teas or coffees or ice creams…well you get the idea.

And parking is limited although of the above are available at my house, including a heavily sanitised corridor between my kitchen door, up the stairs and into my bathroom.

If you’re ever in the area, give me a shout. But we had a good time. And back at my house Miss E drank water but Master F was given a choice of small juices and he chose Tropical although his dad said he’s never tried it. Well, he seemed to like it. 😀

I think, tho’, the big thing for them is to get playing again with their friends of the same age. Hopefully soon.

And in some respects it was a week for me and kids and memories and I was knocked out when the brilliant Lost Glasgow site put up a thirty minute BBC Scotland feature from 1979 called A Child’s Guide to Glasgow. It was a delightful wee film about children from three different primary schools in Glasgow who were driven round Glasgow in an open topped double decker and they got off every so often and discussed serious things. No grown up voices – not even as a voice over. 😀 😀 😀

I was the researcher on that !!!!!!!!!!!!

I facebooked about it and sent mails to people and………..by the time people started looking for it the BBC had got wind of it and it was taken down for copyright reasons. Ho, and most definitely, hum. 😦

And that got me thinking about some of my broadcasting career and given the current climate we are in I was reminded of the time I featured capoeira in a live radio programme. It was probably The Mix with Anvar Khan (!) who went on to achieve a certain notoriety. Do your own Google.

Anyway capoeira is known as a dance and we put down boards on the floor so that the listener (you) could hear all the dancing…….except, as was explained, it was originally a way of fighting that was developed in the slave plantations and the masters never knew that cos they though it was a Saturday night dance routine. We had an expert explain the moves as the dancers, well, danced.

And in some other news, a neighbour of mine passed away during the week. She’d been ill for some time. A number of things. One morning, I was aware of a large unmarked vehicle parked at a funny angle with its back doors wide open backing onto the front door of the house across the road. I had an appointment at the health centre and, as I reversed out of my drive a few minutes later, I saw the men carrying out my (now) late neighbour wrapped, in a shroud, on a stretcher. I’m glad the roads were quiet as it took me a few minutes to realise what I had just seen and to concentrate on driving.

But I made it to the appointment okay. The health centre was quiet and I was given a mask and gloves before seeing a nurse for blood tests and blood pressure and stuff like that. All was going well until I asked after one doctor but got his name mixed up with another one who had been struck off some years previously. Ooooops. Major pause. The advantage of the corona mask is that you cannot see someone blush – well not that much anyway.

But my blood pressure’s fine btw.

Tioraidh, keeping it simple, keeping it safe

Iaint850, Lonely? Moi? At times. Would a wee bubble help? No. I’m no’ one for tears.

And I’ve been playing a lot of music this week. The editing side of my life is currently dead. So, I do remember seeing this band at the Kelvingrove Bandstand but here’s the time the Waterboys all crowded into a Radio 2 studio and sang Purple Rain.

You can do anything in a radio studio. Just make sure none of the mics are open. Don’t worry. I’ll move myself on.

Roses are red, April seems grey. I hope we can get out by the start of May. (adopted from Anon)

April 3, 2020

Except, dear listener, it looks increasingly unlikely. If the lockdown does seem to be working then it makes sense to keep it going; if it’s not, then it will get tougher. The UK Government’s handling of things has been too little too late and too bloody inefficient, and whilst the Scottish Government paints a more honest picture, it is very difficult to be sure of where this is all heading.

And yes, there are too many conflicting messages coming over and that’s something I will return to, but first……last week’s show was well received despite some personal misgivings about what I was saying about myself so mega ta……. 🙂

Today’s show is a wee bit more random thoughts (some of which may apply to you) as I broadcast from home yet again.

And before I start randomising, in many respects I’m fine because I live on my own at home and am used to working from home BUT I very much miss seeing grandchildren, dog walks, coffee with people and lunches and randomly bumping into people in Byres Road……..so many things to look forward to. 😀

And when I get a wee bit lonely I play music. I hadn’t realised how many crap CDs I had. 😦

Anyway, most of the people in my street (cul-de-sac) were out on Thursday night applauding for all workers who are caring for us, ranging from the NHS to social care to supermarket workers to the paid and voluntary workers with the homeless, and the dogs seemed settled. One household, which is self-isolating (and there may be others) came to the windows and applauded. They had a delivery from a well known supermarket which was left on their doorstep and the window chapped by a well gloved hand.

We’re only now learning how unhygienic we really are. 😦

The postman still delivers (why are firms still punting junk mail?) so I anti-bac the front door handle and the letter box.

And we don’t need a letter from Boris. That isn’t going to stop those idiots who fouled up Strathclyde Park last week.
We need a new Central Office of Information (COI) that can use TikTok to talk to people.

(Aye the COI was done away with in 2011. It’s thanks to their Public Service Advertising that if my kite gets trapped halfway up an electric pylon I don’t climb after it and I don’t get into cars with strangers cos Charlie told me not to. Charlie? No. Not that Charlie)

And I was invited to take part in a conversation on Zoom and it went well. If I ever do get my act together with regard to Zoom or similar, who pays? I had slight computer problems which have been fixed remotely by a good guy in Largs (or somewhere cos it doesn’t matter where if it’s remote)

And a big well done to my local ASDA which I’m still visiting. On Thursday they had two sets of barriers to form a queuing system – one for NHS workers and the elderly (I am neither) and one for the rest of us, but the ‘five in and five out’ seemed to work and it was well stocked apart from spring onions. And I’m checking use by dates and planning rough menus. 😉

There’s no doubt in my mind that some of the early uncertainty about the social effects of the virus came from those who went out and panic bought and put everyone else in a difficult position (see me – see last week’s blog) when it came to buying stuff. I take the fact that the supermarkets are almost normal as an optimistic sign and full credit to the workers therein. 🙂

And there’s been plenty of advice about home schooling your children* but what about your parents if they still live with you (and if they don’t then you staying at your home and them staying at their home may be proving hard)….anyway, one thought if I may…….maybe plan some trips with them for when this is over. Plan to visit places that are important to them, but in detail. Why are these places important, do they have photos (my late sis had lots of photos she never got the chance to describe to people) and what do they think you’ll get from these trips……..cos you are definitely going with them, aren’t you? And maybe dress up when you do it and there’s nothing wrong with a glass of wine** or nibbles as you do it.

**or orange juice if you prefer.

*If I may…….for the children? (And I’m not sure about the phrase ‘home schooling’. It seems to put pressure on parents when all you might want to do is to keep them smiling while learning)

One idea is to watch a TV programme together; discuss it afterwards; maybe do a drawing from it; and maybe even act some of it out. It’s a thought. No more. It’s Media Studies. 😀

And so before I sign off with tonight’s music a wee word about Sir James Gordon who passed away this week and who I had met on several occasions. Much has been said about his starting Radio Clyde and all the local radio spin-offs from that and his love for Glasgow University and the students’ union where it all started, but I just see him as someone from what seems now like a golden generation, and a different era, where if you were successful in business then you felt it was important to give something back to the public good. Until a few weeks ago it seemed that many people in politics (with some exceptions) were in it for what they could get out of it. Maybe they still are.

If only we had more like Jimmy and some others now………

Tioraidh, keeping it simple

Iant850, keeping it fun and keeping it at homw

So, tonight’s music carries on with me choosing music just cos I want to. Tonight’s choice reflects on friendships and I’m not going to highlight any initial in particular but all initials and pseudonyms that have featured in the blog, but it was a good gig……..and if the lockdown does continue for another ten weeks or so, then there may be little difference between me and Mike Scott from the hair point of view.

Take care and stay safe.

‘Massachusetts shark attack victim ‘dies doing what he loved.’’ (BBC World News)

September 27, 2018

(And Social Media was jolly inventive as to what that might be)

And so, dear listener, we begin with a journey back in time. Every so often Social Media flings up a wee memory and a wee re-post of one rather special event did bring back memories to many people. 🙂

Alien Wars in the Arches in 1994 – a battle between Aliens and Marines and people who paid to get in to get scared. The memories were basically of people so frightened that they were willing to grab complete strangers to protect them or to hide behind them. Most people just wanted to get out of there. And eventually did. 🙂

There were rumours that some of the best of Glasgow’s young teams went in there to prove how hard they were and were never seen again. These after all were real Aliens. These were real underground arches.

Do you have any memories?

They’d been used previously (The Arches not the Aliens) in the Year of our Culture, 1990, for something called Glasgow’s Glasgow which was a representation of the history of Glasgow and in the way that everyone knows someone who was the dead body in the lift in the opening sequence of Taggart, everyone knew at least one actor in Glasgow’s Glasgow, which took some of the fantasy away.

And then I went on to become a zombie for M&D’s one Hallowe’en and I, then, genuinely understood the fear felt by the punters in Alien Wars. But this time I was doing the frightening.

But I do know someone who worked on Alien Wars. And suddenly a lot falls into place. Maybe she and I should have a chat about what’s NOT in our CVs 😉

It wasn’t the good Dr W altho’ she, at one time, was certainly an Arches regular. I went to an event there once with her (not a club night) but something else. She pointed out a woman who she said was Head of Security and a good friend of hers. She had one of those looks that could strip search you from about six feet away.

Happy daze. 😀

And now over to Skippy, our Royal Correspondent (being an Australian republican) as he watches Princess Meghan at a royal event.

‘Bloody foreigners, coming over here and closing their own car doors.’

But it is with sadness that I note the passing of John Cunliffe, the creator of both Postman Pat, and Rosie and Jim. Rosie and Jim I know of but never really watched, but I watched both Postman Pat and his fierce rival for ratings – Fireman Sam. Indeed at one stage, my ex-wife, our son and me were privileged to watch the stage versions of both TV hits and rather good they were. Am I correct in thinking that John Hurt or Ian MCKellen played the title role or is memory playing tricks with me?

But I mention social media a lot in today’s show and hopefully the Royal Mail will continue. Cunliffe, himself, explained much of the attraction of Pat’s character to children;

‘The postman to a child is someone who brings birthday cards and birthday presents.

‘They are not aware that he also brings tax returns and bills.’

I like sending cards to people.

And finally, I did watch some of Bodyguard. I wasn’t that taken with it but I’ll do no spoilers. There’s probably people still out there who haven’t got round to watching it yet.

There’s probably folk who don’t realise yet that we, as the United Kingdom, have voted to leave the European Union. 😦

I wasn’t mad keen on the bodyguard himself nor what he was scripted to say, ma’am.

But it was that last bit on the open park in London that annoyed me. The suicide bomber bit where everyone and his/her auntie was trying to talk him out of it….whatever it was. They did send for a negotiator but no show. And then, whilst I was prising my eyes open with matchsticks (I burn candles and incense), it hit me.

If only they’d sent for the late, great Blanche, Deirdre Barlow’s mum.

Some of you may remember this scene.

Can I say that many AA meetings are open and altho’ I only went to four (and a couple of those were slightly different e.g. the one at the Scottish Parliament in Holyrood) much of this is more accurate than many other representations I have seen on TV. If you have/had a sibling or another member of the family who goes to the meetings, ask if you go can as well….or maybe to a different one. ‘Anonymous but not invisible’.

And then, as you keep watching the clip, the dirty washing begins to emerge 🙂 It’s actually much better than any of the Bodyguard. 🙂

Yes, Blanche would have sorted them out. She’d have sorted the Aliens out as well.

Cya, still wearing that badge (and the sky remains big) and still keeping it simple.

Iaint850, happily getting to grips with volunteering.

So, just a quick mention about the football and that’s to be expected after last Saturday’s victory over Queen of the South (an answer to a well-known pub question). Twice Thistle were a goal down and twice they came back and then scored what proved to be the winner.

Indeed a similar match to the one attended by AJ and e a couple of seasons back.

On the way in I was told, ‘that lassie is giving away free soup.’ I went over and asked what it was. I was told, ‘I think it’s lentil’ and I think it was lentil too. I hid my unfinished cup behind a floodlight pillar. I didn’t want to hurt the lassie’s feelings.

Didn’t quite make it to Dunfermline this week but I hadn’t quite allowed for the game going to Friday night. Tapadh leibh, BBC Alba, although not going because of that change, I was able to see it on BBC Alba.

Given that I happen to be playing The Waterboys as I draft this, I thought I’d go out on one of their tracks.