Have to admit, I'm counting down Christmas like a clock watching office drone on a Friday afternoon. No, not a huge fan of the festive season, but I'm off on holiday until the 4th of January and this week is gonna crawl in something chronic. The seasonal merry-go-round started on Friday night with our department night out. The meal was a joke(Driftwood, you're a bunch of fucking thieving cowboys!). Honestly, if I'd known I was going to be served up two slabs of re-constituted "turkey meat"(40% water), two chipolatas, a few roast potatoes and some non-descript veg for my twelve quid I'd have given it a by. Consoled myself by getting really quite drunk and promising myself it would be the last time I had a Christmas meal anywhere other than at home.
Saturday at the footie................Jesus! What is it with people? The club have a new system for entering the ground. Buy a ticket at a portacabin, go to the turnstile and enter the stand. Simple enough right? No more queues for late comers, season ticket holders walk straight in, as do those who buy tickets in the morning before they go to the pub.................It's a godsend. At least I thought it was but I must be a mental or something, because every week there's droves of torn faced old arseholes whingeing about how they don't see the point of it. Oh the agony of it all, they have to walk a few extra yards to get their ticket. Are they at a football match or are they doing a time and motion study? Cunts!
Went into town today and spent my Christmas bonus (£25 in M&S vouchers Woohoo!). I took a little detour through Kelvingrove park and was somewhat disturbed to see a huge plume of smoke drifting across the city. As I made my way towards Charing Cross it looked like it was the Mitchell Library on fire. Close, but not quite, it was in fact another Glasgow landmark, Cafe India. It looked completely destroyed, little bits of it still smouldering and about half a dozen fire engines in attendance. The place was also crawling with people with cameras. Pro's by the looks of the rather fancy kit they had on display. I had mine with me but decided not to bother, I'll get a shot of the gutted shell tomorrow on the way to work.............
Sad. I had my first curry in there you know......................
6 comments:
Ah well they were pulling it down to build flats anyway. It's moving to Bouzy Rouge in January, then once the flats are built back to the original site.
It had long since gone to seed so i'm not surprised they were pulling it down. I had it down as a future Seven Days shot. Suppose the burnt out carcass will have to do instead............
Fine squirrel you have there Sir.
Cheers! I spent the best part of twenty minutes just crouching on the path way in the park with the little sods running around me, sniffing my shoes and posing for photos. Then some bastard appeared with her dog off it's leash and they all scuttled up a tree. I don't hate dogs, I hate their owners.
Ok, a bit harsh but fuck it, it's sunday night, someones got to suffer..........
You should try the system at Parkhead, mate.
Show the ticket to the card-reader, and if you don't bolt through the claustrophobe's nightmare of a turnstyle fast as lightning you're locked out and have to spend ten minutes debating it with a steward.
That's assuming the bloody thing works, and the card-readers haven't gone mental.
Hi-Tech? Bollocks, more like.
Surely this my punishment for supporting one half of the Axis of Evil.
Sounds well shonky FR. I don't think the portacabin idea would work for the OF but for a club Thistle's size, it works a treat.
Insurance job Pam? Shurely not..............
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