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f**k that. I've got my looks to think of. Cheers. Fuccily enough, I recall some spit being aimed in the general direction of the Airdrie support on that fateful day.

Fucking wee tossers who attempted to grog on me as I walked back to the flat with my beer. As I'm an utter shitebag and was outnumbered 10-1, I decided against direct action.

Awrabest big man!! As a fellow member of Sunday's victorious pissheads squad, may I wish you many happy returns.

I've managed to leave myself without a ticket for the Glasgow gig on Saturday, thanks to much fannying around. I'll try to pick one up on the door. I agree that it's his best yet btw. I don't understand why this album isn't flying off the shelves. It is, to all intents and purposes, brilliantly written pop music, and is the best produced album I've heard in donkeys to boot. Maybe he should get a Paulo Nutini lookalike to pose for his album covers and lip-synch at the gigs?

I was informed earlier that we've got tickets for yon "Ballads of the Book" show at the Tramway in April. Need to buy the album now lol.

Went to view a flat in Coatbridge ( ) today. I was 10 minutes late but as it's a reposession sale, I assumed it would be a block viewing and wasn't too worried. The place was locked up when I arrived, so I phoned the estate agency who informed me that the bloke who was doing the viewings had buggered off owing to my tardiness. When I pointed out that I was only 10 minutes late and did they really expect me to be in and out within 10 mins of the appointment time anyway, the bint on the other end of the line's response was along the lines of "Well, it's only a 1 bed flat." I was fucking apoplectic at this response but somehow resisted the oppertunity to tell the condescending midden where to go. I asked if they could arrange for the agent to come round with the keys later in the afternoon, only to be given a point blank "no" in reply. Nor did she offer to reschedule the viewing later in the week. They can stick their fucking flat, unhelpful c'nts.

Ash tonight at the QMU. As my body is still a wreck from the weekend, I reckon I'll be standing up the back nursing a pint throughout.

Bloody hell!! As I tend to do all these things, remind me never to live with a woman. I mean, imagine having the cheek to cook lunch in the kitchen. As for not rinsing the bath out after having a shower, it's not necessary for blokes as we don't leave the fecking plughole clogged up with hairs after every shower.

Bloc Party at the Barras next week, Ash at the QMU, Jarvis Cocker at the ABC, Malcolm Middleton at Classic Grand in March, Maximo Park at the Barras in May and last but by no means least, Muse at Wembley. With a few more additions, that's looking like a rather good line up. Edit: Bloc Party's not for a fortnight.

Magic. You missing us yet? Or in the case of the PCS, wave their arms about then accept whatever pitiful pish the government (Scottish Executive in my case) proposes regardless. They claim a "victory" on public service pensions but existing pension rights for civil servants are only guarenteed until 2012 and will doubtless be raided long before then. Correct, as I've been saying to my workmates ever since the ballot was announced. Wrongly, civil servants are perceived as overpaid, underworked eejits when in many cases the opposite is true. Only "hands on" public workers such as doctors, nurses, firemen, polis, teachers and to a lesser estent, social workers, enjoy any support from the public at large. Right down to the chiselled good looks.

Lazy fuckers getting a day off (admittedly unpaid) tomorrow when they didn't bother voting in the strike ballot and will be lying in bed doing sod all instead of attending pickets, rallies etc. Yes, I could also have a day off if I thought I'd gain anything by joining our pathetic excusue for a union, but that's not the point. 'Mon tha scabs!

If that's the case, hopefully they can tell me what lesser amount they'd be prepared to lend me at the moment then. The whole attraction of going with Northern Rock was the excta unsecured loan they offer on top of the mortgage. That was to be used to wipe all my existing debt. One way or another, there's no way I'm waiting 2+ years to clear my debt before buying, as no doubt the growth in house prices will continue to outstrip the growth in my earnings. I'm f*cked off paying other people's mortgages and the idea of moving back to my parents' in order to clrar my loan and credit card more quickly is about as appealing as joining the forces in Iraq.

Nah. I didn't have to give details of my outgoings other than loan commitments. HBOS, on the other hand, asked me about my outgoings including utilities, mobile bills, broadband etc. yet still saw fit to offer me a mortgage, albeit less than I'd need. I'll hopefully find out what they have to say tomorrow.

I've had my application for a Mortgage agreement in principle declined without any explanation by Northern Rock. The fuckers better call me back tomorrow with an explanation, as I only went through them as they lend up to 4 times your salary. I got a written "mortgage promise" from HBOS a couple of months back based upon 3.5 times my salary after all the credit checks so bad credit can't be the problem. On the bright side, some cheeky c**t has got in and arranged a survey on the flat I fancied anyway so, as it's on for a fixed price, I would have been screwed regardless.

I came home from work today to find that I've no running water. Strange, as there was plenty at 8am. No one's been in the flat since I left today. The upstairs neigbour's had no problems with his water, and the lassie acorss the hall's too busy getting shagged to answer her door. If she's not getting shagged then whatever telly program she's watching has a vary unusual soundtrack of American accented coversation and the sounds of shagging going on simultaneously. Just to compound matters, the landlord's on holiday and gets back in the early hours of the morning. He's getting a wee phone call tomorrow morning and then I'll f**k off to my parents' until he gets it sorted.

Fucking storage heating system in my new flat is a wee bit tempremental. Or maybe it's just me.

I had the cold last wek and I'm still expelling interestingly coloured gunk from my sinuses every wee while. On the bright side, I can now speak without sounding as if I have a borken nose.

Arab Strap last night was superb. One of the best gigs I've ever seen, especially thanks to the sense of occasion. I only knew perahps half of the songs they played but the ones I didn't know were exceptionally good. Either "The First Big Weekend" with added balloons falling from the ceiling, or the acoustic version of "The Shy Retirer" which closed the set, were my favourite moments. Twas lump in the throat stuff. Shame I picked their last ever gig as my first.

Dunno. I saw them at Leeds festival last summer and thought the set was far better, despite only being 45 mins long. That might have been down to the copious amounts of cider I'd consumed, along with poppers than some random chaps beside me kindly donated.

Futureheads were a wee bit disappointing tonight. Only played for an hour and there was too little of the new stuff, which I like. Howling Bells were the support and were excellent. Still, Morrissey, Magic Numbers and Arab Strap next weekend should be a wee bit good.

Futureheads tonight at the ABC. Should be fun as I'm off to the pub to watch the 2nd half of Hibs-Celtic then the Man U-Chelski game beforehand.

Suppose the bright lights of the big city might have been a bit of a shock to you and your lady wife. I'll let you off.

Was out in Glasgow a couple of years ago and a halfwit middle aged couple in front of us in the queue were having issues with the cash amchine. After much huffing and puffing, they eventually mananged to withdraw a fair wedge of cash, at least £80-100, but walked away from the machine instead of pocketing it. I ran after them, and handed the cash to the husband. The ugly glaikit c*nt didn't even say thanks.

I'm afraid they don't pronounce it "heid-ron". Would love to give my oopionion on the gig but I was guttered. Did enjoy me night though.

Good luck with the Polis. I know where I'd rather be.