An Sionnach

I didn't - I sneezed!

Don't worry, I was joking!

My colleague has only been back from a month's holiday for three days and he's given me his cold already. My nose is leaking and I can't stop sneezing. Why do people with the cold insist on struggling into work and passing it on to everyone else?!

Thanks for the thought anyway! I see you got a -1 for that though! (Would have put an emoticon but don't want to annoy Patrick.....) Edit: Mended - you got one of my greenies to make it up!

After last night's wee social, I find out that I actually AM going into Glasgow tomorrow! I have all the right appointments in my diary, just not necessarily in the right order! * *With apologies to Eric Morecambe

I believe Tony Mowbray is in a difficult situation at the moment, both on the pitch, being 10 points behind Rangers, and off the pitch with regard to player injuries and team selection. Why do you ask here?

Artistic licence. I was trying to "big-up" whitehaugh, as I believe the youth of today express it.

That's in Whitehaugh Village, actually! My boy wants to borrow two of my CD's, so I phoned the Ex and agreed to drop them off at her work as I'm going into Glasgow this Thursday. Only I'm not. I checked my diary afterwards. It's next Thursday. Bollox!

The best advice I can give is go to "my account> language> "Pirate"> save"..... Ya DOBBER!

Film4 on Freeview Channel 15 in 5 minutes. Saturday Night Fever. Watch IT!!!! You deserve to after your Facebook English Pirate suggestion.....and it's what was classed as entertainment when I was a lad!

There was nothing else worth watching for the 20 minutes left whilst I was tidying up and getting my stuff ready for work tomorrow before I went to bed. And as it was supposedly such a major event, I was giving it a cursory glance in case something of earth shattering importance happened. It didn't! And I'd add "people who put "seriously" after a question to needlesly try and validate it" to those P&B'isms you hate, but I can't be arsed copying all this to the other thread.

I have to agree that and they have some very stupid names involved - Dwight Freeney, Pierre Garcon, Jabbar Greer, Reggie Bush and a huge bloke called Tracy with a stupid haircut! I'm also a tad annoyed with the fact that there appears to be three or so "goes" with the ball, then we cut to the studio for some blether, a trailer or an advert break. "He's not going to get bored in this Superbowl"! "He" might not, but I fucking well am!

Nae bother. Any assistance I can give to help you break your duck!

Damn. A missed opportunity then. I took the cowards way out - sat next to the window near the front of the bus, plugged into my MP3, read my book and sloped away into darkest Whitehaugh around 1 in the morning.

Be honest - you haven't the first idea what a "baby-shower" is, have you?

Since 15th January! Hence the Post Office sent them back after three weeks on 5th February! To be fair they tried phoning the ticket seller to arrange a box office pick up at Barrowlands but they got back from the Sorting Office at 12:30 and, you guessed it, the seller's office shut at 12:00. Bad luck buddy. The kids were pissed off too and the Ex is just hoping she can get a refund - which I doubt. If it helps, I beat him at Adventure Golf and wiped the floor with him at pool. Competitive Dad 2-0 Absent Minded son! PS They live with their mother, 'sno ma fault! PPS On a different matter, I had a fantastic night out having dinner with my Pagan friends but have learnt that carrying a piece of Rose Quartz Crystal is not a guarantee of successfully wooing the object of my desire. Neither was giving her a chocolate heart on a stick! And, once safely seen onto her bus home, I discovered the last train to Paisley had long gone and that Glasgow Central is awash with drunken, young folk smothered in cheap after-shave and perfume but little clothing and forming a massive queue for the few taxis's daring to ply their trade. Needless to say, the late night N9 bus to Linwood via Paisley was an "interesting" experience. I didn't realise that, a bit like Cinderalla, young ladies seem to lose their shoes after midnight!

Enter Shakiri, yes? That could make for an unhappy pair of kids when I see them for lunch this afternoon! I won't ask how long the "Sorry you were out when we called" card from the postie had been lying on the kitchen table before my boy went to the Sorting Office yesterday morning. Cheers for the heads up.

Having put my Facebook page into "English (Pirate)", my relationship status comes up as "Marooned".

And the buses; don't forget the buses. I'm supposed to be on the Paisley Canal - Glasgow Central line at 6pm tonight. I trust most of it will have melted by then.

That's Div, that is...!

A miserable summer and you can't get to watch your TV programme or that "special cuddle". I can see the grumpiness starting.... And, no, I don't feel any sense of triumph that someone isn't having a good time of things. If it helps, the snow apparently incapacitates Arriva buses in Lanarkshire, which is why I spent a total of 40 minutes waiting at two bus stops on the way to work this morning. Give me Capy's trams any day!

There is a light dusting in Paisley. Enough to look pretty and tidy the place up but not so much that going 200 yards to Tesco's becomes a Polar Expedition.