Having alienated us they're advertising this programme in local newspapers - "share your stories" - sounds like a poor man's Simon Bates. Why are we paying for advertising?
at 17.39 the radio scotland blog was today closed for further comments after a scathing attack by glenn miller and all he was doing was asking 'are we the new aliens'
at 17.39 the comment box on the bbc radio scotland popular T-time programme 'get them aff', was officially closed after a scathing attack by glenn miller who was enquiring off message about aliens.
Mon. God's Kitchen ~ Blancmange Tue. Gamblin' Bar Room Blues ~ SAHB Wed. Rain ~ Bruce Ruffin Thur. DON'T WALK AWAY ~ FOUR TOPS DON'T WALK AWAY ~ TANK Feat. Algy Ward of the Damned
Dear Bryan, you're wanting our stories, so here is mine about a rock pilgrimage I went on recently. I had always felt there was a yawning gap in my list of great gigs, a lack that just dented my credibility as a bona fide rock-chick. I wondered how to rectify this and suddenly a brainwave hit me. All I needed was to be able to do a spot of time travel. And it was obvious who I should ask for help. No don't be so stupid, Dr Who's a work of fiction. I dashed to the computer and fired up the e-mail. 'Hi, Professor Hawkings' I typed, trying not to make too many typpos in y exicement 'I need help with a project I have in mind, and I think you're the very man to do it. All I want is to be able to travel back in time for a couple of days. I know you understand all about black holes and quantum mechanics and I don't doubt that you can do this. Yours hopefully, GB' In a matter of minutes a reply shot back 'Dear Gaie, I can't tell you how excited I was on reading your message. After so many years of proving novel theories, winning awards and accolades, publishing endless papers, life had become rather stale. But no more! I will get back to you ASAP, with, I hope a solution and for myself the probability of superseding Einstein in the history books. best wishes, SH' A few weeks later, a parcel arrived. 'Follow these instructions carefully, said the accompanying letter, and your dream will be achieved. one important warning, however, you MUST follow to the last letter as the consequences of not doing so will be worse than you can imagine. Think of listening every night to a list of what other people are having for their tea, a list that mostly comprises spag bol and a glass of wine. Think of having your ears assaulted by hysterical giggling when you hoped for some interesting music. Imagine having a friendly place to share banter and music and then being summarily ejected from that place. FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS! And so I did. Swallowed the violet capsules and was transported just in time to hear the immortal words,'The New York State Thruway is closed, man!' Well don't ask me about the rest, it passed in a psychedelic blur and I was so far out, man I nearly forgot to swallow the return capsules. Take them as soon as Alvin Lee breaks into 'Going Home' I was told. Well, how could I just go then - so I was 10 minutes late and look what happened.....
A rock pilgrimage? I'm off to Dunbar next weekend for the first voyage of the season and we'll probably sail around the Bass Rock..
ReplyDeleteWhat do they mean by a 'Rock pilgrimage'?
DeleteA visit to Graceland? Or Jim Morrison's grave?
Listened to Brian Matthew's Sounds of the Sixties this morning. Procol Harum's Homburg sounds a lot like Alice Cooper's Only Women Bleed
ReplyDeleteWhile I remember, we owe the Cap'n (Martin) a big Thank You!
His setting up a space for us at LastFM greatly facilitated communication between individual bloggers.
Agreed. Speaking of which, has the captain been on this blog?
DeleteDon't think so.
DeleteDC maybe they mean the St. Cuthbert Way from Melrose Abbey to Lindisfarne Holy Isle!
ReplyDeleteRemember the last time "they" had a Biblical theme & Ms Baps got her knickers in a twist over Books of the New Testament >;-0
ReplyDeleteBryan, Bryan, Bryan - is there no limit to this man's ego?
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ReplyDeleteAh a gambling theme at long last. How big can lists be on here?
ReplyDeletePerhaps a rock pilgrimage is a walk of 500 miles
ReplyDeleteOr possibly 500 more.....
ReplyDeleteHaving alienated us they're advertising this programme in local newspapers - "share your stories" - sounds like a poor man's Simon Bates. Why are we paying for advertising?
ReplyDeletePeoples Friend?
DeleteIt makes Francis Gay look hardbitten
Deleteshocking news..........glenn gets last word!
ReplyDeleteat 17.39 the radio scotland blog was today closed for further comments after a scathing attack by glenn miller and all he was doing was asking 'are we the new aliens'
signed......byran brunett
shocking news.....glenn has last word.
ReplyDeleteat 17.39 the comment box on the bbc radio scotland popular T-time programme 'get them aff', was officially closed after a scathing attack by glenn miller who was enquiring off message about aliens.
signed.......byran brunett
DeleteNEWSFLASH!
Henri slipped in a quickie before rushing off to confession.
Are y'all accessing the blog with them thar fancy phones, wi' cameras an' suchlike?
I don't have wan o' they. Are they compulsory?
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DeleteAh think they work affay batteries.
Sorry, that wasn't clear, can you say that again?
ReplyDeleteThat's twice you spelt your name wrong
ReplyDeletePaw Broonette would be black affronted
ReplyDelete4 Tops,
ReplyDeleteMon. God's Kitchen ~ Blancmange
Tue. Gamblin' Bar Room Blues ~ SAHB
Wed. Rain ~ Bruce Ruffin
Thur. DON'T WALK AWAY ~ FOUR TOPS
DON'T WALK AWAY ~ TANK Feat. Algy Ward of the Damned
B.T.W. Have you ever stopped to wonder who's Bryan's Dentist is to have built those crowns?
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ReplyDeleteThey deserve a Dental Plaque.
I wouldn't say he was thin on top but I believe he carries his dandruff in his pockets.
DeleteDear Bryan, you're wanting our stories, so here is mine about a rock pilgrimage I went on recently.
ReplyDeleteI had always felt there was a yawning gap in my list of great gigs, a lack that just dented my credibility as a bona fide rock-chick. I wondered how to rectify this and suddenly a brainwave hit me. All I needed was to be able to do a spot of time travel. And it was obvious who I should ask for help. No don't be so stupid, Dr Who's a work of fiction. I dashed to the computer and fired up the e-mail. 'Hi, Professor Hawkings' I typed, trying not to make too many typpos in y exicement 'I need help with a project I have in mind, and I think you're the very man to do it. All I want is to be able to travel back in time for a couple of days. I know you understand all about black holes and quantum mechanics and I don't doubt that you can do this. Yours hopefully, GB'
In a matter of minutes a reply shot back 'Dear Gaie, I can't tell you how excited I was on reading your message. After so many years of proving novel theories, winning awards and accolades, publishing endless papers, life had become rather stale. But no more! I will get back to you ASAP, with, I hope a solution and for myself the probability of superseding Einstein in the history books. best wishes, SH'
A few weeks later, a parcel arrived. 'Follow these instructions carefully, said the accompanying letter, and your dream will be achieved. one important warning, however, you MUST follow to the last letter as the consequences of not doing so will be worse than you can imagine. Think of listening every night to a list of what other people are having for their tea, a list that mostly comprises spag bol and a glass of wine. Think of having your ears assaulted by hysterical giggling when you hoped for some interesting music. Imagine having a friendly place to share banter and music and then being summarily ejected from that place. FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS!
And so I did. Swallowed the violet capsules and was transported just in time to hear the immortal words,'The New York State Thruway is closed, man!'
Well don't ask me about the rest, it passed in a psychedelic blur and I was so far out, man I nearly forgot to swallow the return capsules. Take them as soon as Alvin Lee breaks into 'Going Home' I was told. Well, how could I just go then - so I was 10 minutes late and look what happened.....
Did you take any photos?
DeleteI once saw Hawking at a museum. People were having their picture taken with him - "I'm the one on the left."