Monday, September 04, 2006

A Weekend Wasted/Well Spent

Friday night proved to be a bit of an anti-climax. We had hoped that a few ace faces would turn up and lighten up our night. They did and they didn't. Heather from Dazed & Confuzzled did her best, turning up for an hour or so after work and making us glad we didn't work in Marks and Sparks. Hope the weekend shifts weren't too brutal old bean.... Clairwil and I then got into conversation with a pair of lecturers. The bloke was ok, a bit boring(aren't they all?) but his female companion was a right pain in the rectum. I was labelled as 'middle class'. Fuck!, I only wish I was...........I hate, loathe and despise people who make judgements about you after talking to you for fifteen minutes. This stupid bastard thought that because I didn't talk in glottal stops and pronounced most words properly, I must be middle class. I was too astonished to make any coherent response, much to my shame. People like that need a swift toe in the intellectual co'xones. I was unable to provide it............ Until Now! I suppose it depends on what you regard as middle class. To me 'middle class' is private schools, a big house, two/three cars and an income of around thirty-fifty grand a year. That rules me right out (sorry ladies!) So where does this 'middle class' accusation come from? She pinpointed my language and accent (a bit Kelvinside/west end, if you please....). Shite! I choose to speak the QE as best I can, but that has shite all to do with what YOU happen to think my social strata might be. I decided that talking like a wee trainee hardman shitebag wasn't for me a long, long time ago. PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR NOT GROWING UP IN THE FUCKING GORBALS LIKE YOU DID!!!!!!! The fact she seemed ever so proud of the fact that despite her education, years in Spain and bi-lingual status, she still talks like a junkie begging loose change in Sauchiehall St says pretty much everything. Stanley Baxter my fucking arse!

Anyway, we seem to have had a right old skinfull on friday night. I couldn't move on saturday and spent the day watching Mighty Boosh dvd's. Sunday came and went and I did fuck all. One last chance today........... I wandered off to North Berwick and despite the delays and not getting there until past 4pm, I kind of fell in love with the place again. It's a long time since I was last there, but the weather was awesome and that's all I could possibly have asked for. I made the most of my two hours and hit the seafront (two ruddy big bays!!), the harbour and the seabird centre.

Anyway, I shall post something more substantial in The Gyp in the next few days....... Peace, Love and all that shite............. Ill Man

6 comments:

Jules said...

Beautiful photos...

ill man said...

Cheers Jules.

Not so beautiful thoughts though.........

Still, had to get it off my chest.

Billy said...

Did the 'anonymous' not turn up then?

ill man said...

Nope. Such a disappointment.

You just can't get the anonymous internet thugs these days..........

=D

heather said...

Ta Illman, I had a great time I'm just sorry that I had to leave so early. Work was just as miserable as expected.

That woman was a cow. Your rant about her made me laugh though, you are right on the money about her. Hopefully next time (there will be a next time won't there?) I will be able to stay for longer and be able to get properly ratarsed.

ill man said...

No problem Heather. Not sure when the next time will be. I'll keep you(and everyone else)posted.

Cheers!