Time to crack open the first beer from my Lidl haul.
Hmmm, I normally like Drygate but I'm not convinced by this. It has a pretty weak flavour. You can taste the raspberry but this is nothing like a Belgian framboise. I'm glad that I only picked up one of these.
A reasonable selection in Lochee's Lidl this morning. All the usual suspects, ie, 71, Drygate, Williams Brothers, Loch Lomond, Stewart Brewing and Edinburgh Beer Factory.
I picked up a few random tins and bottles for this evening.
Football shirts are bad enough but wearing a kilt on holiday is the epitome of moronic desperation, particularly if it is coupled with an expectation that Johnny Foreigner is supposed to give them a reacharound because they're not English.
Everybody remembers the titanic battle for number 1 between Blur and Oasis in August 1995. Nae c**t remembers what was number 3 that week though.
Here it is...
I saw Sweaty Palms a few years ago at the George Orwell pub in Dundee.
They were on a double bill with a band called LYLO, who I thought were much better...
There's been a few occasions in the past when I've got the last train down to Edinburgh or Glasgow and then sat in the airport all night for an early flight somewhere.
I remember meeting a seriously hot Italian girl in Glasgow airport who was doing the same. She was returning home after spending the summer working in Nardini's in Largs. She'd bought a bottle of malt whisky for her dad but she decided to crack it open. I was half pished and slightly heartbroken when we went our separate ways in the morning.
I'm too old for that now though. I'd rather pay extra for more convenient flights.
Escape to Victory
I caught this on one of the freeview channels last night. I hadn't seen it for a good few decades.
Sly Stallone and a bunch of Ipswich Town players are in a POW camp in WW2. They decide to escape and give the Nazis a damn good thrashing on the fitba field.
Utterly fucking ridiculous but entertaining enough.
6/10