Sunday, September 30, 2007

Castleview Primary

Here's a tired Charlie after nursery still with her school jumper on. She has started her part-time place, she wasn't dumb enough to get a full time spot. Apparently that's how it works now. At this early stage we have the first attempted stalling of her education (slow down the bright kids so the other kids can catch up quicker- great system)

New Camera.

Been a long time since I've updated this thing, not having a camera really limits you in this family format. However, the nightmare is over and i now have my very own beautiful digital camera so here's a few pictures of the family.

Dad with Phoenix at the 'puter desk.

Mum and Feefee at the bus stop.

The girls in the trolley at evil incorporated

All the ladies head to Musselburgh for the day with Granma, Granda and the dugs.
Phoenix lounges with a pregnant Fred.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Hair today!


This morning - just after 8am, Charlie stood at Teri's side of the bed.

"Mum"

neither of us looked up, Teri just asked her what she wanted.

"Mum, I cut my hair but don't worry, I didn't cut myself"

Both of us sat up instantly. After the initial shock you couldn't help but laugh, Teri took the scissors from her and inspected the damage. All in all for a 3 year old she made an impressive job, cropping in close at the neck the only problem being a bald patch just above her left ear.


Her reason? She wanted to be a boy.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Phoenix finger fiasco

Yesterday was Phoenix's first concerning injury, from the back garden I heard the little one screaming, Teri rushed to the scene (the front garden) Where she could see that Feefee's mouth was covered in blood. When she carried her through to the back where I was cutting the grass to point out that her mouth was bleeding, I was bemused at why I was being shown this little smear of blood across her mouth.

"What you showing me for? Just go an wipe her mouth, she'll be fine"

30 seconds later and there was a even more dramatic yelp from Teri. Having cleaned her mouth Teri couldn't find a cut, but more blood was wiped across cheeks, forehead and it was dripping all over the floor. The yelp indicated Teri's locating of the injury which was her right pinky. At first it looked like she had lost the tip just from the amount of blood pouring from it. On closer examination I noticed the nail had been cut in half and the slice extended through the tissue to about the middle of the finger tip. Pretty nasty cut! The ring finger also had a blood blister which led me to believe that it had been caught in the slamming door (front and back door were both open) Although this does not fit with the fact that she was in the middle of the garden. We may never know the true events that day.

At the hospital Teri declined having it operated on in favour of the 'wait and see' approach which I think is best. Phoenix is fine now, in fact I think it has given her perspective. Now that she has experienced something worth crying over, she hasn't done it since...

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Baffled by simple maths?

Three guys walk into a hotel, and they're going to split the cost of a room. The room is £30. They each kick in £10 and head up to their room. The manager gets wind of it and tells the clerk the room is only £25. He hands five £1 notes to the bell hop and tells him to go refund the guys' money. On the way up to the room, the bell hop gets to thinking, as bell hops are wont to do, and says to himself, "No way can three guys split £5, I'm going to help out." He stuffs £2 in his pocket, knocks on the door, gives each guy back a quid and heads back downstairs to the desk, glowing in the warmth of a job well done. So now each guy has paid £9.

£9 times 3 is £27 plus the two the bell hop stole--only £29! Where is the other quid?

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

BookClub...

Whilst I was working the night-shift at the Garage, I enjoyed plenty of time to devour my books. I was so ravenous, I even set up a book-club (the day before I was sacked) hahahaha life eh? what a practical joke the whole thing is. But anyway, I thought I'd list the books that I read whilst mincing at work and the first books that are on the book club reading list.

Friedrich Nietzsche - Ecce Homo
Beyond Good and Evil
Genology of Morality
The Birth of Tragedy
Twilight of the Idols and The Anti-Christ
Human, all too Human
Untimely Meditations (started it, but by this time I thought my head was going to melt, so for the first time in a long time I picked up a novel, listed below)
The Cambridge Companion to Nietzsche (selected passages)
Max Weber - The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism
Robert Thomson - The Psychology of Thinking
Alexander Moseley - A Philosophy of War
Oscar Wilde - A portrait of Dorian Gray
Plato - Republic (selected passages)
Martin Heidegger - Being and Time (started but then sacked)

Not bad eh? see why I liked my job despite everything about it being shit. Those books have been laughing at me for years gathering dust on my bookshelf. In a little over two months I smashed my way through them.

Here's what is in the pipeline for the Book Club, we'll see how I cope now without the forced solitude of the garage, I plan to read between 8pm and 11pm every weeknight (after the kids go to bed and before Teri comes home) fingers crossed...

Milan Kundera - The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
Life is Elsewhere

Monday, May 28, 2007

Unemployable?

It seems that I am unemployable, today my boss felt that I had put him in a position where he had to sack me. The reason for me being sacked is still up for debate, to be honest though I made it easy for them by leaving a letter that wasn't very politely worded for the boss' brother.


By the way dickhead, if you don't want any of your staff to leave before the officially finish then you better speak to your brother about paying us for the 15 minutes that we're expected to be in for before we officially start (counting and preparing our float is part of our job so we deserve to be paid for it) Although I imagine that this will be a problem, parting with cash always is. So in future stop whining like a little girl and shut yer hole.
As for the £400 safe-drops, I stopped putting fivers in it like you asked me to do in the first place because your chubby fingers couldn't get the money out. But the next time you moaned about it you claimed the till is only set up for £300 drops (which is wrong). Here's how your till works: When the till has £500 in it, it tells you to make a safe drop (although the till only thinks that there is £400 in it) assuming there isn't a load of extra change, £400 is how much the till is set-up to drop, which I will continue to do until the day I am sacked. When you told me to stop putting fivers in a £400 drop you were being reasonable, when you start whining like a little bitch and throwing threats around, you are not being reasonable. Since I am a reasonable person, I will not do as i'm told unless there is a valid reason (or I am at least asked nicely)

P.S. your a bawbag


Now it's clear to see that I could quite easily have been sacked for a number of reasons - insubordination probably being the chief one...
However, it seems that I was sacked because I brought my boss into it by saying that he should 'speak to his brother' in combination with complaining about the 15 minutes free labour the get from every member of staff, every day - £1600 a year being skimmed off the staff (about 2/3rds of that is from me and Tez).

"When I offered you the employment you said you were happy with the arrangement!
Now I'm not happy with it so I'm withdrawing your employment!!"

Hahahahahahahahahaha but am I bothered?

Another reason he brought up that made sacking me his only recourse is that I was showing my letter to all the regular taxi-drivers that i've gotten to know over the last few months and we were all have a good chuckle, which he took to be at his expense (really it was at his brothers expense). He witnessed it all on CCTV and there was some side splitting laughter from the drivers, especially at the 'bawbag' bit...

Hahahahahahahahahaha good times, fond memories, and I had already said my goodbyes on Friday night/Saturday morning.

He even tried to claim that the taxi-drivers phoned him to complain about me because they're all good friend with him. Aye that WILL be right!!! I know what they say about him. My anti-racism stance forbids me from repeating any of it, but Akbar, none of them even like you never mind call you a friend...Ya big fat Barry White!!!

Friday, April 06, 2007

Stop smiling! Slave...

So why is that I am quite happy with my meaningless role helping the herd with their fuel needs?

The first reason will come of no surprise to those who truely know me; I like working infact I love it, I'm not one of these whiners that complain about what shit they have to do as part of their job, I just get on with it with a song in my heart on a smile# on my face. Granted sitting on my arse is hardly what anyone could call working and it's a far cry from when I was labouring (which was proper work). The shallow exchange of jokes and slaggings with the customers is entertaining although not in itself enough to keep me there.

The solitude is a fantastic perk to the night-shift. The Garage has become a sanctuary, unlike my home which is more like a place of rest rather than contemplation. Except for tonight-Friday which affords me no time to myself. The other nights though give me at least three hours where I am alert enough to handle my heavier philosophy books but am reasonably uninterupted to get through them. The way I see it, at this rate I could do my entire bookshelf in a year. It is this that brings a smile to the face of the slave.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

I think it's about time I wrote something down!

It's been a while now since i've had a chance to write a post, what with having a job and all. However, since my last post Teri now has started working, taking over my 3pm-11pm shift at the garage because I have changed to the night shift (11pm-7am). This leaves little time for recreation, our house is now run like a tight ship leading to a dramatic cut on the hours of sleep I get (9.30am-2pm). The great thing about this shift pattern is that I get to see the kids much more than when I did the backshift, and although Teri is doing the backshift she has to get up early to let me go to sleep, so she can spend a good 4 hours with them before heading off; whereas when I was doing that shift I was awake till about 5am with no real need for me to get up early the next day, so I saw Phoenix for about half an hour before she would go for her lunchtime nap, and Charlie I would see slightly more. Pish!!! So when the night shift job came up I jumped at it and Teri fancied the backshift, so there we have it...the slaves chains have been restored and the slaves appear to be content.


What's that about?

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Catching Flies


This morning one of the kids on the street - DJ, took this picture of Heidi on our couch then posted it on Bebo as his profile picture sending it to everyone in our area.

Haha what a lad.

Heidi's Bebo- what a loser...

Saturday, February 03, 2007

One step at a time

Phoenix although still late has embarked on her journey as a biped at nearly the 15 month mark. Unfortunately, Grandad's camera broke just before this feat which has caused me to put off writing this post for weeks (the date on the post is when she started walking although today is the 21/2)

Although still shaky on her feet she is an expert climber and problem solver to facilitate her ascents.

Working really doesn't leave a lot of time for the family so thats why my posting has dropped. Sorry, I miss everything worth sharing.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

ça te plaît, ton boulot?

J'ai constaté qu'un emploi dans un garage évite d'être privé de notre maison. Il est trouvé à petite France dorénavant l'utilisation de langue.

C'est ennuyeux et la paie est la merde. Le doute cela durera longtemps. Au moins il nous arrêtera d'être talonné par l'allocation de chômage.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Hamish arrives.

Congrats to Aunty Jen for bringing the newist cousin into the world and to Uncle Duncan and Callum for kinda being around at the time.

For full story click on Hamish

Friday, January 12, 2007

The straw that broke the camels back.

Finally after months of pushing, I've truly fucked myself over. The jobcenter has cut us off without notice because I missed a course I was to attend. So on the day we were meant to receive the paltry fortnightly sum that buys our messages. I was informed that not only are we cut off this time, but also in a fortnights time. Empty fridge, bare cupboards, electric & gas meters running low and a month to survive.

This provides an ideal opportunity to question those who think it is hypocritical to sign-on as an anarchist. You know who you are...
As an Anarchist (and just a decent human being) I believe everyone should be entitled to food, clean water, shelter, clothing and warmth for free (really I think everything should be free, but lets not be too radical) These are the basic needs for modern humans so in a so called advanced civilized society they should be supplied. Now the dole is shit, you barely get enough to provide the above needs but as long as you don't care about luxuries then you can get by. It is as if all those essentials are free therefore living a tiny part of my ideal.
As an Anarchist, I believe the centralizing of authority i.e. Government is harmful to everyone, as in their day to day running of society they commit the most horrendous atrocities from schooling children to be moronic sheep as adults and starving their own jobless citizens to genocide, arms dealing and war. Governments pay for all of these evils because of the taxing of the poor (rich people evade tax.) Now the dole is shite, but at least it avoids contributing blood money, in fact jobseekers take money from the warchest. To those who think that tax would drop if there was no dole, get a grip! Tax breaks are only given to those that don't need it.

So here I am in a situation that apparently relieves me of my hypocrisy. Because I no longer receive money from the state I wish to see destroyed, lets assess my options.
First of all we need food, so I can steal it from shops, pillage farms, forage the land, steal money to pay for it, starve or get a job.
Stealing from shops as I've said before is right. However, making it your living greatly increases the chance of imprisonment. Even great thieves can be unlucky. If left as my only option I have no problems in choosing this course of action, I would rather it didn't come to this though because I'm still on probation so one tiny blunder would cost a mammoth 6 months jail-time in the retrial of my last charge alone.
Pillaging farms and foraging the land requires knowledge that I don't have (they are on my 'to learn' list along with everything else).
Stealing money is within my grasp I've been mugged loads of times so I am familiar with how it's done. It takes place is areas where I am in complete control so if I was a complete knob-end this would be relatively safe and lucrative. But I'm not a knob-end (at least not in this respect) so would have to find another way. Stealing money from shops, banks etc is again something I am not to bothered by. If it came without the theat of or actual violence to some poor wee till-operator; I'd be all for it. Unlike stealing food, this would spark an actual police investigation leading to even more time in jail. Although pulling a Raskalnikov does have some appeal, the desire to be around to raise my kids holds me back.
Starve? well if your dumb enough to allow this to happen in a society of plenty then GOOD you deserve it for being so stupid.
Getting a job solves all our financial problems, we can eat, afford our rent and bills, new clothes with left-overs to save for a holiday and bla bla bla. Oh yippie I can become another fucking loser that consolidates capitalism by devoting 5 out of my 7 days to it. While paying the government to murder poor people (generally in the interest of the economy). That's the plan that people have been pestering me to do for the sake of nicer clothes, more nights out and a holiday or two.

Only survival would make me endure this slavery...

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Training Music

I have just received Granda Martin's new mp3 player with instructions to compile him music to train with. He just wants about an hour or so but while doing a bit of searching on the net for the best training music, I realised that there is a lot more out there than just the Rocky soundtrack. I've tried to choose from a wide variety of music so that he can delete any he thinks are shit still having plenty to get through his training sesh.
Here's my compilation:

What you waiting for - Gwen Stiffanny
Welcome to the Jungle - Guns and Roses
Paranoid - Black Sabbath
Ace of Spades - Moterhead
Push it to the Limit - Paul Engemann
Know your Enemy - Rage against the Machine
Killing in the name of - Rage against the Machine
Live and let die - Guns and Roses
Dancing on the Ceiling - Lionel Richie
Living after Midnight - Judas Priest
Spirit of Radio - Rush
Get it on - Kingdom come
Youth gone Wild - Skid Row
Final Countdown - Europe
Cold Metal - Iggy Pop
Freebird - Lynyrd Skynyrd
I Need a Hero - Bonnie Tyler
Eye of the Tiger - Survivor
Alive - Pearl Jam
She's a Maniac - Michael Sembello
Going gets Tough - Billy Ocean
Here I go Again - Whitesnake
Poison - Alice Cooper
No Easy Way Out - Rocky
Gonna Fly Now - Rocky
Hearts on Fire - Rocky
London Calling - The Clash
Hateful - The Clash
Time for Heroes - Libertines
Don't Look Back into the Sun - Libertines
Underpressure - Queen


Anyone got any suggestions on great training music?
I'd like to hear what you think.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Phoenix's first ascent on Charlie's 3rd Birthday.

Happy Birthday!!!

From my computer desk I turned to see this.

Having never attempted the stairs before she was on the 5th step.

I shouted Mum who was upstairs to come see.

As FeeFee kept climbing.

Reaching the top without falling once.

The next day she had learned how to clambour down aswell.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Wanted for Arson

After leaving the pub some of my friends noticed that there were a couple of bundles of newspapers outside Starbucks, so in an opportunist moment for destruction they genie'd a few packs of matches, setting fire to the newspapers. They then went to the shops before returning to pub opposite the scene of the 'crime'. Over an hour later they came out of the pub to be identified by one of the witnesses who was still hanging around.
What a bunch of idiots!

During questioning, they asked if they knew Kris Martin - leader of a anarchist terror cell in Edinburgh. Haha, pretty fucked up, I smell a frame job...

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Christmas Adventure.


After arriving at Granny and Grandad Martin's house, I was given a list of chores which I ignored and went to bed. Sleeping till after noon on Sunday(Xmas eve)before being woken up to do my duties. However in typical fashion nothing was were it should be so Granny had to go and buy a screwdriver before I could begin (putting up blinds) then when she got back asked why I hadn't started.
We went for a meal at Canasta when Grandad arrived back from Edinburgh with Amy, Stewart, Teri and the kids. It was a lovely meal despite a lengthy wait for our starters. Charlie took a dislike to the waitress and threw her milk at her mostly getting Granny and Grandad in the process. It was BYOB so I had a beautiful Chateaux neuf du pape to wash down my grilled seafood platter. Delicious!
Later that night we all settled down in the middle room to watch 'Still Game 5' possibily the funnest show on TV which led to an incident where Grandad went supersonic while howling with laughter even more than usual. Everyone eventually fell asleep and slunk off to bed. My few days at Andy's flat had knocked my bodyclock off a bit so I was just heading to bed when earlyburd Granny woke up.
A few hours later and I was up again for Santa's first stop.











Unfortunatly Granny felt it neccessary to take the camera off me so there are no pictures for the rest of the Xmas adventure.

Off to the 2nd of Santa stops, Granda Frew and Gran's house but Gran wasn't in, so Charlie and Phoenix had to wait patiently before getting tore in to their prezzies. FeeFee was glad to hear it because she was knackered, Gran's absence gave her the opportunity for a nap. When Gran arrived she started dishing out the presents.
A while later Phoenix surfaced and Charlie graciously offered to help open her gifts.
Later again and big cousins Patrick and Gary arrived with Aunty Steph and Uncle David declining Charlie's offer to open their presents for them.
Dinnertime eventually came after being held up by the late arrival of the Proven clan. Greenliped mussells to start and a buffet dinner the pick of which was turkey and haggis. After dinner it was competition time Boys versus Girls (haha). Grandad's Pub Quiz DVD was the task settled upon. Didn't think I needed to mention that the girls were grannied in the 3 matches that were played but you know how Amy likes to re-invent the past, so I thought I better.
After dinner we were meant to go stay at Aunt Steph's house, but Mum had been really rude and whined all day saying she wanted to stay at Gran's, so Amy and Stewart went to stay instead (which really made more sense, but that doesn't excuse Mum's behaviour)

The next day we needed 2 cars to get all the presents through to Edinburgh. Dad and Granda Frew were too late to see the opening of presents at Santa's 3rd stop, our house.
After Gran and Granda went home we went to check out Santa's final stop in his Chaz and Fee shift, Granma and Granda Pugh's house.
Built up Charlie's bike and Heidi's 'puter and had steak pie, mashed and roast tatties with broccoli for Boxing day dinner which was beautiful.

3 days of amazing different dinners that's what Xmas is really about!

Pre-xmas gathering.


Arrived in Glasgow on Thursday before getting bus to Andy Thyne's new flat in Cambuslang to meet up with Paul, Andy and Chris. Paul back from Headhunting in London for Christmas (he has even given up hash in favour of his "career")
Except of course when the boys are together! So we got stoned and watched films, Borat and Rocky VI were the memorable one's. Borat as everyone knows is great although I was so stoned by that point, all I could manage was internal sniggers. Rocky VI on the other hand was pish! It had no redeeming qualities whatsoever.
Chris went home to burn Rocky VI to disk for us before we went across to pick it up, after watching it working boy Paul fell asleep. Andy and I stayed up till 8am or thereabouts discussing various things, but especially my hot topic at the moment - hemp history.


On Friday I woke up around 3pm and watched more films, planned to go out but Paul was never on board, instead got a Chinky for pick up but argued among ourselves for half an hour about who was going across the road to get it(20 yards tops) nobody backed down so Paul phoned and changed our order to delivery.
Rediscovered a love for buckets which Paul was unimpressed with; he's always worried I might embarrass him, poor lad. We had an old skool night with Bloodsport and Kickboxer getting in on the action. Chris stayed this time but like Paul didn't last the distance. Finished off the night with MarioKart and some Tiger Woods game. Up till about 10.30am.


On Saturday I woke early because I was in the living room. (maybe 2 hours sleep)Watched some more films until I left with Chris and Paul and was dropped off at my Dad's house.

Merry Christmas xxx

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Save the World.


If all fossil fuels and their derivatives, as well as trees for paper and construction, were banned in order to save the planet, reverse the greenhouse effect and stop deforestation; then there is only one known annually renewable natural resource that is capable of providing the overall majority of the world's paper and textiles; meet all of the world's transportation, industrial and home energy needs, while simultaneously reducing pollution, rebuilding the soil and cleaning the atmosphere all at the same time... and that substance is the same one that has done it before . . . CANNABIS/HEMP/MARIJUANA!

In the link I have added, under the title 'The Emperor wears no clothes' by Jack Herer. The history, uses and effects of the King of plants is explained. It has been a tragic history since 1937. I think it's about time the truth about the greatest life giving plant is known.


Why Not Use Hemp to Reverse the Greenhouse Effect & Save the World?

In early, 1989, Jack Herer and Maria Farrow put this question to Steve Rawlings, the highest ranking officer in the U.S. Department of Agruculture (who was in charge of reversing the Greenhouse Effect), at the USDA world research facility in Beltsville, Maryland.

"First, we introduced ourselves and told him we were writing for Green political party newspapers. Then we asked Rawlings, "If you could have any choice, what would be the ideal way to stop or reverse the Greenhouse Effect?"

He said, "Stop cutting down trees and stop using fossil fuels."

"Well, why don't we?"

"There's no viable substitute for wood for paper, or for fossil fuels."

"Why don't we use an annual plant for paper and for fossil fuels?"

"Well, that would be ideal," he agreed. "Unfortunately, there is nothing you can use that could produce enough materials."

"Well, what would you say if there was such a plant that could substitute for all wood pulp paper, all fossil fuels, would make most of our fibers naturally, make everything from dynamite to plastic, grows in all 50 states and that one acre of it would replace 4.1 acres of trees, and that if you used about 6 percent of the U.S. land to raise it as an energy crop - even on our marginal lands, this plant would produce all 75 quadrillion billion BTUs needed to run America each year? Would that help save the planet?"

"That would be ideal. But there is no such plant."

"We think there is."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Hemp."

"Hemp!" he mused for a moment. "I never would have thought of it. . . You know, I think you're right. Hemp could be the plant that could do it. Wow! That's a great idea!"

We were excited as we outlined this information and delineated the potential of hemp for paper, fiber, fuel, food, paint, etc., and how it could be applied to balance the world's ecosystems and restore the atomosphere's oxygen balance with almost no disruption of the standard of living to which most Americans have become accustomed.

In essence, Rawlings agreed that our information was probably correct and could very well work.

He said, "It's a wonderful idea, and I think it might work. But, of course, you can't use it."

"You're kidding!" we responded. "Why not?"

"Well, Mr. Herer, did you know that hemp is also marijuana?"

"Yes, of course I know, I've been writing about it for about 40 hours a week for the past 17 years."

"Well, you know marijuana's illegal, don't you? You can't use it."

"Not even to save the world?"

"No. It's illegal", he sternly informed me. "You cannot use something illegal."

"Not even to save the world?" we asked, stunned.

"No, not even to save the world. It's illegal. You can't use it. Period."

"Don't get me wrong. It's a great idea," he went on, "but they'll never let you do it."

"Why don't you go ahead and tell the Secretary of Agriculture that a crazy man from California gave you documentation that showed hemp might be able to save the planet and that your first reaction is that he might be right and it needs some serious study. What would he say?"

"Well, I don't think I'd be here very long after I did that. After all, I'm an officer of the government."

"Well, why not call up the information on your computer at your own USDA library. That's where we got the information in the first place."

He said, "I can't sign out that information."

"Well, why not? We did."

"Mr. Herer, you're a citizen. You can sign out for anything you want. But I am an officer of the Department of Agriculture. Someone's going to want to know why I want all this information. And then I'll be gone."

Finally, we agreed to send him all the information we got from the USDA library, if he would just look at it.

He said he would, but when we called back a month later, he said that he still had not opened the box that we sent him and that he would be sending it back to us unopened because he did not want to be responsible for the information, now that the Bush Administration was replacing him with its own man.

We asked him if he would pass on the information to his successor, and he replied, "Absolutely not."

In May, 1989, we had virtually the same conversation and result with his cohort, Dr. Gary Evans of the U.S. Department of Agriculture and Science, the man in charge of stopping the global warming trend.

In the end, he said, "If you really want to save the planet with hemp, then you [hemp/marijuana activists] would find a way to grow it without the narcotic (sic) top - and then you can use it."

This is the kind of frightened (and frightening) irresponsibility we're up against in our governments.