Not heard this for ages. Lamb, ‘Lusty’.
A friend of mine said I should check out Primal Scream as an addition to my iPod for work outs. Serendipitous as it was, Fopp had Dirty Hits in sale for £3. That’s how I discovered this musical gem … for the rest periods, clearly.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” - Mark Twain
Tea, coffee, can’t get enough of the stuff. I could happily sit at my desk each day hooked up to an IV drip spewing caffeine into my veins. So much so that when my wife flew out to New York earlier this year, she came back with a supersized, New York original yellow taxi mug to help slake my never ending thirst for a daily hit. It was a good mug. A loyal mug. It never strayed between desks. But it couldn’t withstand the rough and tumble of office life as I discovered when I came into the office one morning recently to find it in pieces. Along with a smily face scrawled on a piece of paper saying sorry. Not sure who it was, mostly likely the cleaner. But that’s life. No drama. Move along nothing to see here. Or so I thought. Postman comes chapping at 7am with a parcel. With a US postmark. For me. Not expecting anything, I gave it the cursory shake test as you do with all things marked with a big, red, FRAGILE label, and ripped it open. And there, to my surprise, was a shiny, intact New York Yellow Taxi mug. But no note. Now I’m very, very pleased to have said mug. A drinking I shall go. But it remains a mystery who the ever so thoughtful sender was. No-one has yet claimed responsibility. I hope they do. But until then, thank you phantom mug giver. You’ve made a thirsty man very happy.
I was recently introduced to this band by my old friend Mike Ritchie. This song, in particular, I think is sublime.
Wayne Rooney, then.
A birthday present of £250,000 a week in the shape of his new contract helping ease the burden of playing for the Red Devils a day or two before he turns 25.
But amid the acrimony, the protests and yes, death threats, I wonder if we are missing the real sub-text to this story.
Do he think, or more to the point, does he know that Sir Alex Ferguson is about to retire?
Rooney Tunes
Another milestone then. Joshua needed an upgrade in his car seat size to something called a Stage One.
This is what they use for bairn’s 9kg or above - usually around nine months.
It co-incides with his crawling round the house at a rate of knots terrifying the dog, trying to give us heart attacks grabbing anything in sight, and having great fun loudly playing with his favourite toys- usually around 3am.
With his mum laid up with a cold, a bit of internet research took me to Mothercare World in search of the seat.
A Britax 1-2-3 was my final choice from the dozens on show.
It means he’ll now be sat upright, watching the world go buy, pulling off his socks for no reason we can think of.
Bless them, the woman who served me in the store even offered to come out and fit it for me, the look of anxiety on my face about the job to come clearly sparking alarm bells.
I assured her it would be fine.
After all it came with a guide, I’ve got access to YouTube, and if all else fails- his mum will know what to do.
Father’s Day, my first one as it happens, and a day which comes with a huge big tick of satisfaction on the winding road of things that can happen in a life. A dazzling, bright smile from Joshua, all the giggles of the day and a surprise card which mum Rachel helped him to pick. And, to go with it all, a Darth Vader t-shirt proclaiming: “I Am your father” I could get use to this.
There’s only one thing better than Derby day in Edinburgh. Derby day in Edinburgh that falls on New Year’s Day.
Not since 1998 has this happened, but with the fixtures out for next season, Hearts and Hibs have been paired together for a Jan 1 clash.
It used to be a great tradition. Booze, steak pie, more booze, football, more booze, you get the idea.
So here is a heartfelt plea. No changing the match for TV, please. Let the fans enjoy themselves the way it was always meant to be.
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