Wheelie’s the name (His latest flame)

Vandalism takes many forms and it can change from generation to generation. Writing on walls and smashing windows was always considered a laugh for the youth that was wasted on the young. Dropping litter and spitting with Spit the dog abandon transformed into the setting off of fire hydrants and “bricking” the incoming firemen/women who arrived on the scene. Continue reading “Wheelie’s the name (His latest flame)”

More than a Toy Story

So far I’ve seen Toy Story 3 twice and will try and tag along when my sister’s family decides to see it. Without sounding over the top I have to say this film is absolutely flawless. Four years in the making, Pixar refused to make a cash in quick follow up to Toy Story 2 (a film sequel better than the original, IMO); they’ve created a masterpiece. Continue reading “More than a Toy Story”

We move, the wheel must always move

The stress of moving house can be emotionally traumatic for most people. The hassle of informing friends of a new address, dealing with solicitors, possible new utility providers and a whole host of other unforeseen calamities that can arise puts pressure on the most resilient human being. Luckily, I have no responsibility for these matters and am assigned the manual task of moving the furniture and stuff from A to B.

Before I go on, I know there are some super rich on here who pay others to do this service. Maybe you get a decorator in to paint your house as well. Well, good for you, I’m in the camp that says honest labour never killed anybody. Continue reading “We move, the wheel must always move”

A little Gothic story

The main attraction at The Festival of Horror was garnering rave reviews in the press.

-Prepare to scream.

-More beastly than Brand, more Galloway than Merrick.

-Your tingling spine will porcupine.

-One level below Hell and almost two.

Reading these haunting words of fear the terror aficionados, Wart and Acne, looked forward to the show. It was a long time since they were scared. The last time was the first time they saw Saw.  They were greeted at the door by a six-fingered man, obviously he hails from Coatbridge.

Moving down the corridors of doom Continue reading “A little Gothic story”