Noo that the Fringe has finished, I feel like I’ve got aw the time in the world.
My usual routine has been: getting ready aboot 1pm; leaving the hoose aboot 2pm; getting the train to Edinburgh aboot 2:30pm; arriving at Edinburgh aboot 3:30pm; kicking aboot until my show at 4:30pm; doing my show; kicking aboot after my show until my train at 6:30pm; arriving at Glesga aboot 7:30pm; hameldaeme.
A lot of fannyin aboot daein nothing.
But noo that I’ve got naewhere tae go, I’m sitting in the hoose wae aw the time in the world. I just checked the time thinking it would maybe be aboot 6 or something. But it was only 3.
One or two people have been saying that there are a lot of sycophants on my blog. I don’t think there are, and I’m tired of reading about it. It brings the place doon.
So how’s about we lay this whole “sycophant” issue to rest once and for all?
Here are a couple of definitions of “sycophant”, according to Google, in case cunts urnae clear:
a servile, self-seeking flatterer
a person who tries to please someone in order to gain a personal advantage
I don’t think these people exist. I think there are people who agree with me, or like me, or wish me well. I don’t think there are people who try to please me to get something from me, because no cunt gains anything from me, to my knowledge.
For a person to say, for no good reason, that there are a lot of these types of people on my blog, makes me wonder if that person is just a fanny, and makes me wonder if they should be on my blog talking endless shite.
So how’s about, from now on, anycunt who says there are sycophants on my blog has to prove it. Otherwise they get banned.
Surely that’s fair enough. A once and for all solution. If you can prove it, fair enough, if you can’t, you’re an arsehole that just wants to cause trouble and you’re banned.
I just want to thank everybody who came to my show during the Fringe! Cos that’s it all over!
Like I said, I managed to get a couple of the Saturdays filmed by The Cage, so I’ll be sticking that on a DVD along with other interesting stuff, and I’ll have it ready for you in time for Christmas.
Thanks again, everybody, and a big thanks to all the poor Johns I got on stage.
It reached the 250,000 views mark today! Good to know the public’s interest in murdered prostitutes is as alive and fervent as it’s ever been, if not more so!
I went into Buchanan Street underground station, and waited at the Inner Circle platform to get the underground round to Partick.
The sign said that the train would arrive in 11 minutes. I looked across to the sign for the Outer Circle and it said that the Outer Circle would arrive in 1 minute. So I ran up the stairs and went over to the Outer Circle line, to be clever.
I looked over to the dummies on the Inner Circle platform, who would have to wait for 11 minutes, and wondered if any of them thought that I ran over to the Outer Circle platform cos I got mixed up. I felt a bit embarrassed, but I knew that they would understand at some point during their long as fuck 11 minute wait.
My train came in, and I felt nice and smug. Then, contrary to the “11 minutes” sign, their train came in a few seconds later.
So I looked like an idiot to everybody who thought I crossed over cos I got mixed up, and I looked like an idiot to everybody who knew that I crossed over to be clever.
