Holiday photos. 

HIYAH fucktard! How’s the face aids?


Space rapists. Cock dangle. #RTJ: BAG OF DICKS. 

Gaybow. Not very clear, but it was raining man. Makes it hard to concentrate. Smart clouds though. Big sky round here. Wide-screen sky. Lots of flying creatures, some like dinosaurs. They could be related to the mystical nature of the Glenn. It’s a strange place. It would boil the Piss of a spazzy. 

Evil twisted twiggy tree. Sigh. It’s a bad scene. Twisted stump. Like a big wooden finger, scraping the sky. Are all trees evil? I’m not sure. This one is. Up and over the hill we saw this. THIS ISNAN EDIT OF THE PHOTO. I like to transfer the photos from me canon via a USB adapter to me tablet and then bugger about with them. No computer required thank fuck. Well cloudy computer as well with the Google cloud on the back up. Legit. Will not shoot in raw format, as it’s weasely cheating. 

  • Bastard tree
  • Another version
  • Also slightly edited. 

From the same walk, a ruined old farm house. A ruined old farm house that used to have people living in it. A ruined old farm house where my mother spent part of her childhood. It’s a right state, some cunt let sheep into it at some point. A disgrace.  I blame the SNP for this. I’m a lib dem now by the way. 

Which is ideal: MIDDLE GROUND, AND I CANT MAKE UP MY MIND ABOUT ANYTHING. I’m a wasted voter, and I do and don’t want my brexit. Should have gone to the Turriff show, wullie of Rennie was there, holding court amongsthis mong fans. The pillock. I would have still got a selfie with him though even though I find his politics totally sharny, he’s still a figure of great note and gravy like gravitas in our magnificent scotch parliament. 

Blistering blustery red sky yeah. More sky, great sky. Full of cloaked alien ships. I can see them quite clearly, you can’t because you are a dull bulb. Don’t take it personally.  No offence meant. I’ve been quite keen on shooting in the black and white a bit if it’s dull, then running a chintzy filter on the tablet. They come out quite cool, and I’ve sold a few to local yokels, down in the AZDAZ carport. Fifty buck, loaded image on a shit USB stick. Gather round, get yer witchy woo pictures here. Etc. 

See? Black and white. Shit filter. Dreamy. 

Sheets of rain rolling in. Dastardly Bastard precipitation. Ooft. 

Similar. The Bone collector in silhouette.  He’s always looking for bones. Dark rituals and power rangers. 

Really dig this one. The woods are dark and deep, frosty and smelling of fresh pine Piss. Reductionist radox.

I should tweet run the jewels with this heart warming image. Picture this: I’m a bag of dicks, etc……


Twats. Categorised cunts. 

The end of print media

Three videos, that confirm we live in a strange period.

Anyway. re the book cull. I did offload a fair pile of books into the charity bin near that fucking shop. The only ones still requiring a cull are the quite sizeable pile of science fiction book club titles. I bought a big havering job lot of them, and as is usual have quite a few doubles. Duplicate copies. Free to a guid home obviously. Or PayPal me the postage. Massive fan of posting stuff me. Except there’s no longer a handy local post office. I blame the biased unionist media for that obviously.

I seem to have three copies of the drunkards walk by Fred pohl. The iron thorn, that’s a guid one as well. Two copies. Mental.

As I tap away on the big phone writing this they lurk, slightly sorted just down there by the book shelf. The bookshelf with the ooottt light on it. The book shelf with the stuff I really wanted to keep. The guid stuff. The books I’ve read a hell of a lot more than once. Places to return to, places to escape to.


A hell of a lot of Simon, Silverberg, and banks. Steaming tit wank.

NOT SIMON. SIMAK.  All started with the goblin reservation. I think, a birthday present years ago. Good shout present presenter.

Turns out I need to go to the shop for milk. It’s all about scarcity here. I wish the wife would get her arse together and watch culture in decline, or not as the case may be. Should have got one of those dinky tablet compatible keyboards at Tesco yesterday, we all walked there. Quite a guid walk, as it happens. Past the big pipe etc. When we walked back the way Google play Card and bargain boots purchased two teenager types were sitting high on the pipe. MR robot and his G friend. Hacking on high, in the ABZ.  

Brilliant. Isla thought it was funny, but aware it would be dangerous for her to mimic.


The Bell end curve.

Social media is this currently on the subject of Scotland.

It’s deeply arsey, and as much as it’s fun there’s an awful lot of crap on both sides.

Twitter is particularly Cuntish, so I enjoy a lot of that BANTZ.





Decided reasonable



Swithering Gimps











UDI declaring            


Braveheart full             warpaint, SORZE




GERS is the LIES.            












ALSO hates the EU/Royal             Family/







YES. But have well thought out reasons, and some doubts about             available information.


Collision between death of print media/mainstream media/and             alternative media.



Will slosh about between both sides on the most alarmingly             fickle of issues. My cousins dog once got looked at by a YES-head,             well you see…BIZARRE parochial self interest. Pensions, TAX,             etc.            



NO. But have well thought out reasons, and some doubts about             available information.


Collision between death of print media/mainstream media/and             alternative media.



Labour Socialists,             tribal hatred, SNP outers, pet food salesmen, Will have Union jack             and Lest we forget R.I.P In Peace, nostalgia for the good old days             stuff. See also Rangers fans. Grandad was cannon fodder etc.


wants FPTP elections in             Scottish parliament.