Sunday, October 31, 2010

A new game?

I'm contemplating inventing a game called FlatShare. Your housemate needs help fixing lunch. You are (a) going to the gym; (b) willing to help in principle; (c) totally disinterested; (d) only actually interested in eating it; (e) eating out so it's no concern of yours.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

First stop Amnesty International or Childline?

Grounding a teen constitutes child-abuse.  Apparently.  (Parents of teens, unite.  You've nothing to lose but your sanity.)
Hated, reviled ...

Don't worry - it's just another weekend at Testosterone Towers.  Where's the escape hatch?

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

McAulay's Latest Rant

  • I bought a school tie, and I sewed a nametag in it.  I know I did. 
  • Two years later, it got stolen.  It 'hadn't got a nametag in it'.  No, right.
  • I bought another.  Last Saturday.  And SEWED A NAMETAG in it.  I'm 101% certain I did.
  • This evening, it has no nametag.  But the little wee cut threads are still there ...
  • The youthful owner is about to be cut down to size ... but I haven't named him.  Since he plainly wishes to remain nameless ...
Aaagghh!

Sunday, October 24, 2010

A lazy weekend ... well, I think it was.  But what do I have to show for it?! 
  • The supermarket run
  • A replacement school tie & more school shirts
  • Maternal wardrobe advisory service
  • Maternal taxi service
  • Maternal catering service
  • Maternal laundry service
  • New library ticket (that was for me)
  • 2 nice clean cars
  • 2 bus-passes ordered & assorted emails
  • One church service;
  • And finally - LOUD fanfare - I've glued up the new bathroom cabinet mirror.
Small wonder it feels like it's been a lazy weekend.  I haven't opened a research book at all.  I think a glass of wine is almost essential, don't you?!

Saturday, October 23, 2010

195 years ago today, musician Alexander Campbell returned home from his song-collecting trip in the Scottish Highlands and Western Isles. He covered between 1100 and 1200 miles mainly by boat or on foot, gathering specimens for his Albyn's Anthology collection - which he would publish in two volumes between 1816 and 1818.

On 23rd October 1815, Campbell took the mail-coach from Stirling back to his home town, Edinburgh.

No emails or Facebook to check up on, though he had been away for three months. Just a mountain of snail-mail, including communications from all the people whose arms he had twisted to collect songs or tales for his project ...


Yes, RSAMD Whittaker Library has a facsimile copy of Albyn's Anthology. Naturally! Check the catalogue here.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Friends, please forgive me a moment of vanity while I show you my Fellowship certificate from CILIP.  The presentations took place at Members' Day last Thursday, 14th October, 2010.  It's the highest honour in my profession, so I am just a little bit proud of myself!

Small-Fry is doing an acrostic on the letters of his name.  He got to "R".  Each word was supposed to describe him in some way.

'Rabid, Mum?'

I explained that he wouldn't live long if he was rabid.

'Ah.  Shall I say, "Relaxed", then?'

We agreed that was probably a better choice ...

Monday, October 18, 2010

When you realise you've overdone it ...

For heaven's sake!  I've been to work, eaten at home, been to a Gaelic evening class, and done a spot of tidying up.  Put some laundry in, hung a few pictures ... but really nothing unusual. 

I've done no research, no writing, no paperwork whatsoever.  But I'm knackered.  What kind of a wimp am I?  It's 23:17 and I have a little dusting to do - just the stuff on the upstairs landing.  And then will I feel like opening a book?  Questionable!

I'm not doing too much, I'm only a day older than I was yesterday ... ah, that's it:-  Time is flying by quicker. Of course.

Saturday, October 02, 2010

The distance between Pollokshaws West and Pollokshields West is ...

£5.*

When you show your ticket to the ticket inspector on the gate, specifically ASK him, is this train going to Pollokshaws West, and get on the train in all good faith, would you not think he would TELL you if you'd got it wrong?
There were points failures and delays, go-slows and stops (all this before the first destination).  And then I realised.

Don't breathe a word ...!


* That was the taxi-fare to rectify the situation ...