
This is the spider hiding in the toilet at the workshop/office where I work a couple of days a week. The wall is absolutely manky.










This can of lager was bought two days before my 17th birthday. 29th May 1982. Scotland had just been beaten by England at Hampden and when I saw this in the "carry-out" shop after the game I juts had to buy it.


Ans so begins a series of untidy flat pictures. This first one is in response to Bananaman's comment asking if I really never did throw anything out. Well, apart from the football magazine in the case, on top is a dot matirx printer, a fax machine and an A3 printer. None of which I use. The fax machine does have the phone part connected - I don't know why because just out of the picture is a small phone I do use when in the bedroom. The small phone cost �1 on Ebay plus �2.25 to post it. The fax machine - there is a fax machine in the living room but the fax friend thing was fried by either lightining or the power going on and off. So if anyone wants to send me a fax they need to phone me first so I can plug the fax machine in. So the fax machine has never been used as a fax machine - just a phone. The massive roll of bubble wrap. Why do I keep that? I'm not going to send anything to anyone. Maybe I'll use in in some weirs sexual perverted game.....but that would mean kidnapping some unsuspecting woman and dragging her back to the flat. Not funny I know.

I manage to crush most of my rubbish into a 6 pint milk carton so there is no spillage in the wheelie bin - so I get annoyed when other people use my bin and just throw their rubbish in and stinks the bin out. The metal tins are cleaned out and crushed up. I was wishing the council would have recycling bins for them but they assure me the metal is seperated out at their rubbish tips.
My untidy flat
I've been taking photos of various parts of my flat. It ios an absolute disgrace just now. I intend posting the pictures on her in the hope it will shame me into tidying the plae up.







Alright - maybe they're not charity wristbands. How many rubber bands can you fit on one wrist?
Answers on a postcard to .........

Just wolfed down a toffee cheesecake. 6 inch in diameter - here's a picture of the empty carton next to a sheet of A4 paper to give an idea of the size of it. I just kept nibbling away little bits at a time and before I knew it the thing was gone.

Hopefully they'll be dry by the time I go to bed as they are right above my bed. I don't like hanging them outside (far healthier I know). I usually hang them in the hallway but as it's so bloody hot just now I can hang them in my bedroom and they'll be dry quicker.

40 years old and he has this written on his bedroom door. I give up. I am well aware that there is an "S" missing from the end of the last "pie" - I was just making sure I had used the right type of pen. ie not permanent. Below is the remainder of the hand.

I can't believe what I'm hearing on the news tonight. A 14 year old is accused of raping a 7 year old, two 8 year olds and is also accused of sexually assaulting a 10 year old. Not even over a period of a few weeks - he tempted all four girls to leave the playground where they were playing to a more secluded part of the park. Also, on the day of the London bombings a 10 year old girl was found by her grandfather murdered not far from where she lived. She had been beaten to death. Police want to speak to two boys she was seen playing (football I think) with earlier. A couple of months ago a 12 year old girl was accused (in the press) of attempting to hang a 5 year old boy. I know kids have been raped/murdered (by adults) since the beginning of time but now kids are being accused of these things with greater regularity than I can remember. Maybe the reporting of these things is getting better because of faster communications but I definitely think things are getting worse.
Maybe I was just more innocent at that age - but things like that didn't even enter into my head.

There is absolutely no reason for me posting this picture other than to say I was once obsessed with this woman.

I went to my first ever Glasgow SA meet on Saturday - only another two people turned up though.
Before going home I headed to Coopers Bar in Glasgow Central station and had a pint of lager.
24 minutes later and it was time for another one 
And then 18 minutes later it was time for some food and a rip-off 70p for a bag of crisps.
And then a train journey home. I was invited to a nightclub in my home town by a couple of attarctive young teenage ladies from Kilbirnie. One of them was convinced she knew me from somewhere and worryingly asked me if I was a policeman. maybe the shiny shoes (size 13) which were giving me blisters were what made me think I was a plod.

I've got boxes full of these cartons of carrier bags......just in case they decide to start charging for them at some point in the future (like they do in the Republic of Ireland).

This hut has suddenly appeared in the garden where I look out my living room window. Maybe there was a tree there before that's been chopped down. But when I first saw it I thought it was an outside toilet.




Money's tight in this household so I couldn't afford a birthday cake. A birthday potato had to suffiice.