Luxury Saturday

Luxury Saturday I am going to call it. Roast chicken sandwiches on soft fluffy bread, real ale in straight glasses and an evening ahead in the company of my sister and her single friend. I'm thinking blu ray, a good comedy, followed by lashings and lashings of good red wine.

Students

University towns, what a crock of poop. All day long students with little money keep me run off my feet with ridiculous requests for a bottle of coke and 2 straws. How long can you make a warm bottle of coke last before my patience wears thin? 4 hours it would seem. Not happy at all.

Reminder To Self

Important! When making macaroni with cheese, check to make sure the blue catering plaster is still securely attached to fingers prior to serving the customers. It's not been a good day.

Rude Shitheads

There is definitely something wrong with rude people who insist on pushing their luck with people who work retail. The guy who thought he could lean over the counter and call me an asshole because his eggs were not cooked how his wife makes them for instance! I dont need to take his shit. So I didnt. Enjoy the eggs and your busted lip for the rest of the week shithead.

For Breakfast This Morning (sorry Chef)

For breakfast this morning! Actually that opening line has well and truly been owned by Chef Files, probably not advisable to pinch that one. I did have a nice breakfast though this morning, especially as the town I call home is currently awash with slush and sooty coloured buildings. The cold permeates my bones and makes me feel as grey as the weather. I conjured up a cranberry porridge mixed with crushed almonds and fresh honey. The feel good factor was instant. I wish I could have shared it with you. At this point Chef Files would have curled off witty riposte  and then bashed out an easy to follow menu. Again, best not stand on any big toes with my small shoes.

Doonesbury's, £3.49 a box. Knock yourselves out.

Glasgow Vibe

It is a strange feeling coming back to an empty flat after being in the company of such warm and genuine people. I was overwhelmed by the feelings of nostalgia that hit me as the coach drove past the sign that proudly announced that I was in the city of Glasgow. Glasgow is very beautiful in culture,  it has an essence and a vibe that makes the soul come alive. I shall be home to stay one day, of that I am sure after coming back to my childhood playground. I even treated myself to a genuine Gers scarf to wear with pride.

Rainy Days

Rainy days and the aroma of fresh bread remind me the most of the city of my birth, the city that I said goodbye to nearly 8 years ago. It's time I went home for a visit. Glasgow, I'm coming home for the weekend. Will she be waiting for me still? I miss her flaxen hair and the smile that made me smile. Tomorrow I want to be waking up in my old room and my old bed. Fingers crossed.