http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-tayside-central-10808422
“A man caught jumping up and down naked on a trampoline has avoided a jail sentence. Falkirk Sheriff Court heard Burden had his ‘manhood’ in one hand and a cigarette in the other when the neighbour saw him. Mike McMahon, prosecuting, said: ‘He told police he had gone out to the trampoline and had masturbated himself there’. Asked why he did it, Burden told officers: ‘Just for the thrill of it.’”
Belter.
I’ll be taking a few trips down memory lane with this!
Here’s the view in the photie in my Millport sketch.
And our wee flat was in this white building, with the caravan in the back garden.
Memories!
Post your links to your memorable places (if you went)!
I hereby declare that the chicken pizza with sweet chilli sauce in Chinaski’s to be my second favourite pizza in Glesga, second only to the chicken and caramelised onion pizza in Antipasti.
If you can think of a better place to get a chicken pizza, I want to know.
That’s what I’m calling my wean.
Boaljin.
No surnames, none of that surname shite.
Quite simply…
Boaljin.
I like annoying my girlfriend Lynn. If she becomes sick of a stupid one-liner that I say all the time, I like to say it a few times more. It makes me laugh and laugh because I put so little in but get so much out, a bit like how one match can bring a whole building down.
Who do you like annoying, how do you do it, and why?
Let’s all make a story. You have to make a post of no more than ten words that continues the story from the previous comment. I’ll start.
I found a cardboard box in a field.
One of my favourite songs of all time, and I only discovered it in the last few months. The video makes me feel fucking GALLUS.
Naw, that’s no me.
But I was lying in bed this morning with my laptop, lying with it shut, with my hand over it lovingly. And I realised that I’ve almost always had a computer by my side. No, I don’t mean these computers you have nowadays, forms of computer like an iPhone and shite like that. I’m talking about real computers, computers like…
The Commodore VIC-20. The first computer that was mine all mine. We’re talking around 30 years ago. We’re talking 5k of RAM.
Let me repeat that. 5k of RAM. Games running on 5k of RAM. Nowadays, 5k would only get you a filename, if you’re lucky.
And the thing with the VIC-20 and other computers of that age was that you could programme it. Nowadays it’s all consoles and button mashing and twirling thumbsticks. Back then, you didn’t wait for the computer to tell you what to do. Back then, you told the computer what to do, as it should be. Here’s an example for you youngsters.
10 PRINT “BRIAN “;
20 GOTO 10
RUN
That would make the name “BRIAN” fill up the screen. If you took away the semicolon at the end of the first line, it would just make a vertical column of “BRIAN”s, but masters knew that the semicolon would tile it across the screen.
That’s what the weans were learning back then in the early 80s. Nowadays they’re learning fuck all, and that’s why they’ll never amount to fucking anything. Back then, we were training to be programmers, we were creating the modern world that we now take for granted (well, I don’t take it for granted, but these youngsters nowadays do, you can see it in their faces).
So this one’s for all the owners of the Commodore VIC-20. I’d like to take this opportunity to wish you a very happy and prosperous weekend.
