Saturday, 21 December 2013
The highlight for me was the march for Independence in September. Meeting like minded folk outside the Albanach was braw fun, putting faces to monikers, the spectacular save of a pint as someone (They ken who they are) clipped their heels coming out the door... The march itself (has anyone got a photo of me wielding the club attached to the WoS flag?) and the craic in the Waterloo Buffet afterwards.
The nadir was the ambulance trip to St John's A&E on the early morning of Friday the thirteenth of December. I thought it was my heart, the wise NHS staff new better. I'd suffered a bleeding ulcer for nearly two weeks and had lost a lot of blood. They gave me five units before being happy with my blood count.
So, I've been out since Wednesday, getting my blood pressure up again by reading the Telegraph, being pampered by sisters, my daughter and my returned wife.
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 11:52:00 31 comments:
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Thursday, 1 August 2013
Sorry, no Hootsmon Headlines today.
I'm going to write about something serious (well, as much as I can).
For many, many years people have took comfort in the Bible when faced with loss, aided and abetted by clergy of various hues.
That fantasy book doesn't do it for me at all.
So I'm going to read 'The Hobbit' tonight, just as I did when my great grandmother died.
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 21:09:00 8 comments:
Wednesday, 15 May 2013
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 21:03:00 25 comments:
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Boo but no hoo
BEST SIGN EVER
Well that's all folks.
In 1979 she struck me as a middle class Tory harridan, twinset and pearls with jam and Jerusalem values, not my cup of Earl Grey at all, but during the Falklands War even I thought she had a point; fascist aggression had to be faced and defeated. Except of course, Tory cuts and perhaps South American machismo had aided it along; and to her the fascist enemy of her fascist enemy was her friend...
Her behaviour during - and after - the miner's strike was unforgivable; I don't need to explain that to my regular readers of course, but a few less publicised facts:
To break the miners she bought coal from Peru, who used child labour, Poland, her ideological enemy and there were instances on the picket lines of miners recognising serving soldiers dressed in police riot gear.
I could go on of course, but there is a party to go to.
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 18:23:00 12 comments:
Friday, 12 April 2013
EBC rules OK?
So the BBC might not play Ding Dong! the witch is dead?
Of course we in Scotland are used to censorship by the
BBC EBC Scotlandshire, even if it's rather more subtle than a point blank refusal to face facts...
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 14:30:00 10 comments:
Monday, 8 April 2013
Give everyone in Scotland a shovel.
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 17:29:00 9 comments:
Friday, 5 April 2013
"Fuck every cause that ends in murder and children crying."
An acquaintance that I wish I could count as a friend.
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 21:47:00 5 comments:
Friday, 22 March 2013
Hi folks. Been neglecting this blog for a while, but just couldn't resist this one. Haven't they heard of the Barbra Streisand effect?
I - like many - probably wouldn't even have noticed this video, but now I'm actively searching it out - anyone got a link?
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 11:38:00 8 comments:
Friday, 1 February 2013
Not the Hootsmon Headlines
This does look like I'm taking my own photo, but it isn't.
When office Christmas parties go bad...
The talented co-worker who took this photo on an extremely hi-tech camera, had no idea just how bad I was feeling when he said " Do an evil Santa".
He still lives and works productively.
For a cooncil worker, that is.
Posted by Conan the Librarian™ at 00:26:00 19 comments:
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