Jamie T in Glasgow

Missed the support and the first song cos we were incredibly late, (even by my standards)

This gig was alright, there was a bit too much boring chit chat from Jamie between songs and when he sang Sheila he just sounded so fed up. He's not a bonny lad either but that didn't stop the adolescent girls beside us from exclaiming 'He's pure gorjeeous by the way' and 'Jamie ah pure luv yoooo' every two seconds (when they weren't singing along completely word perfect to every single song) It was quite flat, he's got some quite fun dance tunes but the live performances were just a bit lacklustre.





The crowd's chant of the day was sheer elegance: "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie Fucking T"

The real star here was the venue, I love the Barrowlands.

Top review Doc

Good photo of the exterior an'all

I also love the Barrowlands

Far superior review, Ono, as predicted. Perhaps Licker might pick up a few tips from that, well done girl.

And to think you were only 5 minutes' walk from Supermo's emporium. You could have dropped in for a cuppa before the gig (if you weren't always late for everything)

[Smiley to be inserted if Mowbray gets his finger out]

onomatopoeia wrote:
'Jamie ah pure luv yoooo' every two seconds

"Jamie, Jamie, Jamie Fucking T"

Sure that wasn't Crown? He can sound like an adolescent girl when he wants man-sex.

RUBBISH. You're RUBBISH mardy bum.


And she doesn't need Dipso and Baldy, the rejected Teletubbies giving her hauners, ya pair of twats. She needs to remember who wears the trousers round here.

crownliquor wrote:RUBBISH. You're RUBBISH mardy bum.


And she doesn't need Dipso and Baldy, the rejected Teletubbies giving her hauners, ya pair of twats. She needs to remember who wears the trousers round here.

Immo wrote:

crownliquor wrote:RUBBISH. You're RUBBISH mardy bum.


And she doesn't need Dipso and Baldy, the rejected Teletubbies giving her hauners, ya pair of twats. She needs to remember who wears the trousers round here.

"You're rubbish"? ffs he's lost it now.

What next, stamping your feet, or maybe you'll thcream and thcream and thcream until you're thick Violet Elizabeth Bott, Crown?

Sticks and stones, ya big, lovely, brute of a man.