Weekender

Ian Brown - Golden Gaze

I either have horrific cramp or my Hamstring's gone. I've just tried standing up twice there, both times I've received excruciating pain!

Alter Zero - Beneath You

Davie Irons. Disgraceful and embarrassing.

Well the Morton job's available as things stand at Starks.

What makes you so certain he'll be our new manager?

Spending Football Day on the couch infront of Jeff Stelling and 'the lads' was a bad move. If nobody's up for going out tonight, this could turn out to be a horrendous day.

I can't do this fucking 'staying in tonight' pish. What an absolutely shite night I've had. Null bier. Eine Zigarre.

A ghetto blaster in Haddows owns Red at the best of times. Red however, doesn't have anywhere near as big a krimpet factor as Word-Up does hence its much more enjoyable for a nightout.

How many trips to Word-Up will it take you to figure out its a howf for the dregs of society?

The Jam - Thick as Thieves

Despite getting an email from an online shop saying that they can asure me they haven't taken any money from me, my bank account would suggest otherwise. C*nts.

Ian Brown - Nah Nah

When you purchase something off the internet then two days later when you're expecting it to arrive, you get an e-mail saying it won't be in stock for almost a week. b*****ds.

So I see. You must be desperate.

Pikey.

Stone Roses - Don't Stop

Stone Roses - Shoot You Down

I've always seen random suicides as a totally selfish act. In carrying it out, without question you surely hurt more folk than you were suffering yourself? Fair enough if your lives at an end i.e terminal cancer or in cases where people have become paralysed from the neck down etc. Atleast in these cases your family are given time to accept whats going to happen and you've given them a face-to-face reason for it. Otherwise I've never really seen how things in life can get to a stage where you feel the need to end it all. It must take some courage.

Coldplay - Yellow

Milburn - Scoundrel

The Rascals - Suspicious Wit

Spent my afternoon driving round Glasgow Airport like a right c**t because I took a right turn instead of carrying on into the drop off point. My frustrations were worsened by an Asian taxi driver doing two miles an hour round and round the car park (not ideal when your trying to keep the fee to a minimum) til I managed to juke him at the exit. I then reached the barrier where the machine asked for £1.50 then wouldn't accept my card therefore I had to drive back into the fucking circuit of frustration and pay. They CCTV folk must have thought I was a right suspicious c**t, wreckless driving and then charging through the stairwells like a madman. Done my good deed of the day and help some old granny that had just returned from her holidays down the stairs with her bags - f**k knows what she was doing on the 3rd level of the car park.

Shed Seven - Cry For Help