The Sight of Sound

My big mate and new comedy colleague Les Sinclair has posted photies on his blog from last years event, Stand Up@ Sound, at the Sound Hall, Lerwick.

Click da link Muckle Viking for the the gallery.

Nice pic of me looking like I've just been violated by a horny trow. (That's a troll to you Soothmoothers.)

The Auld Rock Rocks.

Apparently there was an earthquake in Shetland this morning. News tae me. I was in my kip snoozing like a peerie bairny.

Click da link

Shetland Earth Quake. BBC News

Stand Up Helly Aa

On the 27th of this month Lerwick plays host to Up Helly Aa, the biggest fire festival in europe. On this night, also known as Transvestite Tuesday (it falls on the last Tuesday of January and their is a lot of cross dressing-more later) i will be hosting a comedy show at The Garrison Theatre called "Stand Up Helly Aa" (see what I did there) an irreverent and alternative look at the festival.

I'll post more about this later but click the link to the vid below to get a small taster. Nothing much has changed since. (Thanks to Mick for sending me this.)

Vikings Of Shetland

You can take the boy...

I may have been a little too sarcy in my last post( yeah, like you can be TOO sarcy ) in my opinion of my hame toon of Glasgow. So here's wee list of the things I actually miss, accepting that family and friends is a given.

1. Curry- I've tasted curry in Glasgow, Manchester, Birmingham, Cardiff, Leicester, Nottingham, London, Bristol, Southampton , Portsmouth, Lerwick, Stockholm and Jakarta. Glasgow is the best.

2. Libraries- Lovely old municipal libraries like Partick and Maryhill and the Mitchell. Playgrounds for the mind of any age clasped in beautiful achitechture.

3. Salandinis Traditional Italian Barber Shop- Tucked away on that wee bit of West Princess St near Kelvinbridge Underground, Luigi and his son Antonio cut your hair, shave your chin and read your mind with Scicilian flair over espresso.

4. Swanning Up and Down That Byres Road Thinking Ahm Sumthin Ahm Urny- Where better than Byres Roads MILLION coffee shops to indulge your delusions of grandeur, waving at mini celebs you hardly know and paying a fucking fortune for no' bad coffee while working on your screenplay.

5. Lounge!- Glasgow would be sadder place without the likes of Mark Robb, Nick Peacock and the rest spinning the jazz, latino, lounge, easy and funk. When I set up "The North Lounge" in Unst I will invite them up on an arts council grant.

So, while I do love my new life up here in the wilderness with all the wonderful things it has to offer, I do miss some bits of Glasgovian life. It's worth it though. I can still indulge when I go down for gigs. A random Glasgow day would be:
GOMA Library; Offshore Coffee Shop; Luigi's for a shave; Byres Road/FOPP/Oxfam/more coffee etc; do my gig; mibby a late pint at The Woody if it's on or a curry.

Then it's back to the peace, quiet and eating of Unst. So while I'm glad to see the back of The City of Bams I do miss those little things.

The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse.

That'll be yer 2009 started then! Happy New Year to yuz all.

Most of my December was down in Glasgow where it was great to catch up with lots of friends and colleagues and enjoy their hilarious jokes about Shetland being an inbred buttfuck backwater. Ha ha. Yes. Funny.

The Western Isles are 200 miles that way, mate. (points south west.) Don't get us mixed up.

It's all back to work this week, so while you're looking at this on your way back from the office:

I'll be looking at this on the way back from mine:


Enjoy your cappuccino at 3 in the morning, darlings. And your heroin.

Love,
Wee Scandi.x.

Allelujah!

That's me back in Unst after a month of tearing up 'n' down Airstrip One shaking my white ass for works nights out. During this time I had few notable experiences. Only really the RTD stalking of the previous post and an enlightening little gay date out to IKEA with my pretty blonde posh chum Neil.

During our "man-date" I went to releive my self in the "toaletter" when I was suddenly overcome by the love of our lord Jesus Christ.

He appeared to me in a piece of saw milled Swedish elm.

Well, of course, I had to go back and wash my hands.

He wished me a commerce free Saturnalia, I wished him a happy official birthday and went about my cushion admiring business.

Hoppas ditt 2009 ár mycket bra!

S.x.

RTD! OMG!!!

This week I’ve left the fun, wind and drink of The Auld Rock and come down to visit our celtic brothers in Cardiff.

I am wandering through Cardiff Bay with top bog-trotting comic and Doctor Who Fan extraordinaire Johnny Candon, spouting crap about Torchwood as if I know what I’m talking about when Johnny goes “Oh. Look.”

-And who is sitting there at a wee cafe reading his paper and smoking a fag?-

-None other than the great man himself Russell T Davis! Recent Úberlord of all things Whovian!

And of course, Queer As Folk- the programme that made it ok for straight blokes to have gay mates. Not the intention of the show, but a nice by-product (or bi-curios-product, if you will)

Well, it takes us five minutes of saying things like “What if he tells us to fuck off? I couldn’t recover,” and so on to each other but we finally go and do the shakey hand thing.

Loveliest bloke in the world! No kidding. A pleasure. AND it's my birthday. What a gift? I thanked him for inspiring and entertaining me with his book The Writers Tale, a pressie from my wife which I’m reading just now, and told him in a voice like a teenager in the midst of dropping his balls “I’m a writer too!” Yeah, I know. A bit pathetic. But his book says you have to be bold and just go for it! Put yerself about a bit. So it’s his own fault.

Honestly, though. Nicest guy you could meet.

And of course we get the photo. Check out below this fabulous image of tri-celtic, sci-fi homo-erotica (or two sadcase, fanboys pushing 40, pestering a hard working man who is just trying to have a fucking coffee break.)