Sunday, 22 April 2007

Whisky, chess, the good doctor... and even more Kerrap on the telly...

Hey-ho! Uncle Mex here has belatedly realised that he hasn't posted that much in April so here's an update of a few things that have been done, will be done and a few more things the old goat has learned this month... (balls, I'll have to quit this third person stuff, I'm getting a headache... )
  • Visited my old mate iKon down in Motherwell who kindly showed me the sh sights of the old place. Naturally, by way of thanks, I handed the silver fox his a$$ on the chessboard (sorry old fella). What can I say ? Nice old man's pubs, some good whisky, a good laugh and a lovely day all round :-)
  • Out on the lash a few times in Glesga this month with another old mate, Breza, and stumbled over a cracking wee metal club down in a basement at the top of Wellington Street. Still can't remember the name of it but I've always been very drunk every time I got to the place... bloody Glenmorangie. Anyhoo, I knew the place was a winner after seeing their giant Sabs poster on the wall, with Van Halen seemingly always on their jukebox and Anchorman seemingly always being looped on their telly... boy, do I love lamp!
  • Going to see the mighty Kling Klang at the Sub Club this Friday - woo-hoo!
  • I'm still digging the latest Doctor Who... though I still can't fathom how he could have spent the best part of two series making Bambi eyes at Joker-faced Rose and yet continue giving a rubber ear to wee Martha... frankly, she's fallen out of the gorgeous tree and hit every branch on the way down. Ahem. BTW, yes, she does seem to be molesting an eisbärbaby in that pic... either that or I'm having another one of those dreams again...
  • Kerrang TV is so remorselessly fucking awful that it makes me want to gouge out both my ear drums with a shit encrusted baseball bat. It's like pouring hydrochloric acid down your third eye. I explicitly sat down one evening and watched it for an hour waiting for one, just one, honest to goodness metal video to put in an appearance... i.e., not their usual relentless diet of generic, whiny, pussy-whipped, kohl-eyed, pseudo-Goth emo My Chemical Valentine bilge. Of course, that lone metal video never came, not once. Occasionally, the channel did change gear every now and then, sometimes excreting a fetid slurry of whiny, pussy-whipped, spiky haired pseudo-punk Bowling for Blink 41 Day effluent instead. Cheers for that guys. Trend pandering bastards. Scuzz is a bit better - I have even spotted Slayer, Sepultura and some Megadeth in the wild on there... and at least the new stuff that they show is generally pretty heavy...

Righty-ho, that's me off for a lie down - I feel some old man back pain coming on :-(

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