Dear Green Place

Went to find the photies from Saturday night on my phone and realised I hadn't posted the details of me and Toots' latest freebie stay in The Carlton George Hotel, Glasgow last month.

My wee sis has an arrangement with someone who works in said establishment and usually fixes me up with a top-of-the-range room and access to the executive lounge (free bevvy ) for my birthday.

This time it was a Chrimbo prezzy for both of us.

On both of my previous birthdays, Toots ended up arseholed on free hooch and crashed out by half ten.

However, on entering the room and seeing the sumptuous fittings on the bed... (a curtain yet!! - why that's practically a four-poster!! ) ... I felt I was onto a sure-fire winner this time

Sorry Crownybhoy

I know how upset you get when you think of me having filthy carnal thoughts about anyone apart from you

Just to make you feel better...

...and to prove I was thinking about you just minutes after dumping the bags in the room and heading out...

Took this one despite a lotta and "Don't be such a prick - everyone's lookin at you funny" (Like I aint used to that by now ) from Toots.

Yaddy-yaddy...

Hit the pubs...

(Too briefly mind - told Toots we shoulda left Fawkirk earlier: although granted, 8 in the am was prolly a bit ambitious )

Bought some stuff

Took a coupla snaps before heading back to the hotel for a trough-up in the hotel's rooftop res-chew-rong.

Still my fave eaterie in the DGP ever

Luvly - just like you were somewhere exotic and European...



...instead of Glasgow

Remembered just in time that a photo of my footwear was de rigeur in these circs...

Anyhoo....

Went for the scoff (which, surprisingly/disappointingly was fucking vile )

Up to the boudoir about 10.15......


....Yep

You got it in one



This is me, pissed-up on the contents of the (complimentary) drinks cabinet, heading down in the lift for a late-night wander round the city centre.

Got a pic of the ole Alma Mater

The old RSAMD building.

(Now some kinda retail outlet (Crazy Vern's House o' Gew-Gaws or somesuch ) )

I snapped this partickler window cos I once (during it's time as an hotel) DJ'ed just inside there at Big Andy and Wee Carol's wedding on a beautiful summer evening years ago.

Played "Loose" by The Stooges and filled the floor an'all ... at a fuckin wedding!!!



Just across the road used to be a pub called The Muscular Arms. I used to go in there to avoid cello lessons (and the luvvies at college who scared me shitless - bein all gauche, Undertoned-up and desperately lacking in confidence at the time )

Shit eaterie now

me likey.


first thing i thought when i saw that bed was"brace yersel bernadette"! fuck knows why,
as for masel, just booked the hotel in thailand, i,ll be happy if the bed looks like that.

Was chuckling nostalgically to myself as I took that one.

First time I ever went into The Muscular Arms, there was a wee gravel path surrounding the bar.

"How cool/chic" I thought to myself as I mustered up all of my 17-year-old's strength and sauntered up - nonchalant as ye like- and ordered my pint of lager.

It was only after I returned a couple of days later that I realised it was nothing more exotic than a bed of aggregate for the shiny, terracotta tiles which now surrounded the bar.

However...

I noticed out of the corner of my eye a slightly lairy-looking one who seemed to be building himself up to taking issue with the nostalgic chuckling. Not to mention the chucklesome footwear - which he was staring at very intently - swaying slightly.

I beat a hasty retreat to Geo Square to catch (still) one of my fave buildings all lit up and sparkly like



Went into what used to be The Bank on Queen St for a couple of voddy and red-bulls and got into a completely pointless conversation about music with some plooky inadequate who was incapable of biting his own finger....

....and it all went downhill from there

Still....

The Leeds International Piano Competition was being repeated on BBC4 when I got back to the room.





I could hear most of it over Toots' competition-standard, buzz-saw snoring

Fantastic stuff immo, though that cunt will be along soon to say it's too wordy. How many fucking plays has he written, eh? Cunt.

No camp boxing pose though, would Toots not be party to that?

Guess which follically challenged short-arse hasn't got a hope in hell of winning best reviewer this year?

And lest we forget.............................

More please immo.