Grabbed by the Ghoulies
The 80s was a time festooned with monstrous wee beasties that would take you out at the ankles. Critters that would munch your Mother, feast on your father but possibly […]
Category Archives: ponderings
They ur but they urny
I am Scottish. You make have noticed this. Nessie is real and while I don’t take part in the annual Haggi, the plural of Haggis, hunt I do enjoy the […]
Let’s turn on the juice and see what shakes loose
It’s Sunday. Saturday was going well till something…well let’s just say an anxiety inducing moment decided to occur. So I’m having a cathartic ramble to try and exorcise anything floating […]
Is it but a dream?
I’m laying in bed, ready to sleep, wondering if I’ll remember my dream while also pondering “Is it all but a dream?”. That is the thought, isn’t it? That the […]
Shunting, is it just for the Societal Elite?
I was at work pondering. It’s something you tend to do when you’re standing around awaiting the moment to serve. Like a coiled assassin ready to strike with all the…um…with […]
Do pregnant Sausage Dog’s bellies rub on the ground?
I will admit this is a strange way to begin especially when that’s not really what I’d planned on saying but when you’re working at Dunfermline Comic Con and you’re […]
No, don’t tell me that
No please, don’t do that. No, I can live without….and now you’ve told me. I didn’t want to know that. Can I unknow it? No because then I’ll just go […]
I’ve decided…I’m not going foetal in the corner
Today I may spend the day comfort eating hobbit style before rocking back and forth in the foetal position in a dark corner. At least that was my plan for […]
I saw the Wonder Woman…nae spoliers
I tell no lie. I did. I saw it. I watched it too. I experienced the experience of being sat in the pictures with a wee popcorn that barely lasts […]
My body hurts but I’ll do it again
March 10th….around half eleven…Bedtime. For tomorrow is Little Shop of Heroes Dunfermline Comic Con 2017 so to sleep dear brain for there be work to be done. Oh no no […]
