Super Boots: Super Dooper.

Bit of a glut of new boots round my house, as is my new tradition about once a year I have wee look around the Dr Martens site, scour through the reduced clearance stuff. It has to be around half price, or at least a decent discount. Last year ( and they have lasted well, apart from a wee hole in the upper, which was mainly my fault for wading through the burn down the road from Glenburn) I got a nice green pair, they took a real toll on my feet as I gradualy broke the biggers in, but man did they look great mate. This time I got these Inkblot boots, they kinda look like cow, but I really like them, leather is much softer this time- so no painful blisters as I wore them- either that or my feet are getting used to the D.M’s- which apart from my garish green trainers is all I wear now.  They have held up well compared to hill walking boots, so are well worth the price tag min. PRICE TAGZ.


Both kids have their birthdays quite close together so I was kind of half threatening them with a pair each. So I made it so. Pink boots for Isla, and a smashing sort of grey silver dimpled effect for Mckenzie. Both kids pairs look just like proper mini DM’s with the addition of a brilliant little zip on the side. Both kids well chuffed with them.

Also I’ve been VAPING. and RAPING on the Vape. I was planning on going totally vapey, but decided to stop actually torturing myself- so I’ve cut down a lot on the roll ups, but still have a few, I think it’s the habit and ritual of rolling a smoke I find so NICE.


Videos: These two guyz should hang.

First draught. Draft. MY FUCKING LEGS ARE COLD.

They both have new or new-ish books out, and here they both are chatting about them. They should really get together and have a blether. I’d watch it like. Peter Joseph I dig a lot, his book is really guid– but hardly as available as widely as Ferguson’s. I suppose that the nature of the changing nature of cross platform content delivery. I was a big fan of Josephs punchy, funny and expansive series Culture in decline– which for me was consumed via you tube. It would be cool if he had wider traction and exposure, but that’s Overtons window right. parameters of debate. I also enjoy Ferguson’s stuff as well, he seems to be a bit of a prick but he really pushes big ideas. really dug his book of the film_ the Reith lectures thing. It was nice short and more to the point. Social contract, killer apps etc.

I reckon Peter would start to loose patience with him within the first half hour or so.


Pay day: back to the Mothership.

it’s standard fashion for me to make a monthly report. Back to the Mothership, to hang with the guys for a while. I’ve not taken the dog with me before, might do this time. Fergus might not the ladder though, but if it’s dark I dare say he won’t really notice. He’ll just think we are climbing over the shed. Lot’s of news to impart this month I suppose, mainly domestic issues, the Diabetic son and all that caperage, world events- taking the knee, brexit ( as per usual) and the conflict blossoming like a fungal infection between murca trump and that demented north Korean twat. Not that I’m that bothered like. Main news for me is sourcing a new stereo, through various twisty turns of fate. Damn my addled memory, like.

Last time I was in the sitting room of the spaceship, just exchanging some banterous banter, and I was half way through rolling a fag. One of the guys was like-


Which confused me, I just assumed I’d need some sort of space suit, it’s not like we were hovering in the Earth’s atmosphere, we were on the back-arse of the moon, right out there. Fuck it, I put me jacket on like instructed and wandered over to the door to the balcony. and, deary me – it really was nippy. A strong wind ruffled my get up as i stepped out there and sparked up a smoke. I could smell the pine needles of the trees on the back side of the moon forest park, way, way down there. i have to admit as I smoked, i got a wee bit dizzy looking down on that. plus we were sitting at a jaunty angle, that really made my head spin.

There is air in space. turns out. oh well.

Half finished, more later obviously.

I’ll just show them the sharps box, and then talk about it from that starting point. Like a kind of jaggy show and tell.


Its those first few steps that are the worst, like an invisible staircase. Well confusing min.


They have been sitting in the shed a while, but I did a wee bit more pintin’ on them old bones today. That, by the way is the technical term for covering them in thick gloopy heavy body paint. Yes. PINTIN’ min. fucking PINTIN’. I made a hoorin’ mess of the table but I’m nae arsed, it is a Victorian Antique but I see it more as a functional item rather than a collectors item.

TREES though, I decamped a heap of unfinished PINTINs to the shed, and stowed some FINISHED ones into me big old MAPAC portfolio thing. Grand. 20170830_172011.jpg

See. the. dark. energy.




Friday OFF.

Today was the end of a short era, the time of the free broadband from Vodafone. I suppose it was bound to happen at some point. Last month I was out the road and never bothered doing my usual monthly HIYAH guys I’m getting the internet free chat session. Och well, at least I’m not getting the moths I had for nothing back dated. I was incredibly honest about the situation though, so points to me indeed. It’s still a BOO-HOO time though.

I was supposed to be doing something with AVON LADLES songs but got distracted playing the Laney Twins and buggering about with the looper pedal. I wouldn’t listen to all of this if I were you, it goes on and on. Very repetitive man. Loopy loops.

An Hour of picking up Dog Shit.

Absolutely a brilliant start to the day. Some folk have a fruit smoothie and rub vinegar into their feet, others a gallon of wine and then a swift reading of the entrails. Other folk check the weather application on their smart phone and then decide on the correct jacket to wear. I did, as it happens have time for a smoke and a coffee before uncovering what looks like a massive pile of dog shit from the garden. Amazing fun as well, lots of different ages of dog shit, fresh and firm, fresh and skittery, and quite old infested with slugs and what I technically call shit fleas. I had intended to continue swiftly through the garden and hole up in the shed to do some bone painting and maybe listen to the Sunday Politics or the Marr show on the tablet through the little speaker, but the sheer SCALE of the dogshit mountain stopped me dead in my tracks.


Quite a massive seam or indeed haul of dog shit all neatly bagged up there. Amazing stuff, and such a ready market for the stuff- not just on those hidden TOR sites and networks but also on Gumtree and FaceBook marketplace. The premium rates go for steaming fresh dog shit, which I always wonder that those particular purchasers wouldn’t be just better off buying a dog. Och well, people are strange. Like the tune covered by Echo and the Bunnylads from that brilliant vampire film says.


GReen. With all that dog shit scooping. Did I mention it took the guts of an hour.

Ran OUT of SPACE. No more pictures?

It was bugging me I suppose. I was staring at the media library on here- and distinctly remembered being able to see, or at least filter unattached images. For a while I pondered it, thinking that maybe my browser was out of date, that wordpress had changed it’s user interface, or perhaps I was just being a bit dottled. Turns out I was in the wrong bit of the wordpress- I needed to be in the proper admin section, fixed that now with a solid bookmark. Had a clear out of duplicate images and unused uploads so I’ve a wee bit more space for pictures. I’m humming and ho-ing about paying for storage so I can upload mp3 files, but I really dont think its warranted at this stage. Bandcamp, you tube etc is pretty handy, plus I can embed stuff on here.

As I was buggering about with the media settings I discovered you can link and copy stuff from Google photos which is pretty handy.


Anti-climb device contraption? NO idea min. They just appeared. Possible mind control nodes: further investigation required nae doubt.



Current developments-

I’m hunting for a switched 8 gang extension cable for the desk and all the cables- so a trip to that Bee and Q place might be in order, to be combined with the usual Saturday shopping and dog walking clusterfuck.


I did end up getting a new phone, a Samsung thing, it’s okay. At least it plays music and has a radio which is nice. It came with a free Tablet which with very little encouragement the wife has decided is hers.