Dag 656: Dreams that fade in the dawn of morning

The 3 amigos entered the blue blazer with the thirst of 16 antelopes. The northern lad was already there and had just got a drink in. The 3 amigos had actually become 4 just before arriving and they wanted to have a drink with that northern lad, but the blue blazer was more busy than it had ever been before and everyone was trying to order another drink at the exact moment they arrived. After some waiting they managed to aquire 3 bottles of baltika and a half of Scruttocks Old Dirigable and were able to sit down with the northern lad in the corner table of the back room and start their old skool christmas night out. They may not have thought about it at the time, but this was likely to be the last christmas night out they would spend together.
And the only thing that could possibly follow on from that would be the latest episode of the weekly woss weport.
However, things are not as they should be. Somebody had been watching taggart and had missed at least the first half of the happless woss talking to his ensconsed guests.

So the weport opens with Dairmid O'Brian saying goodbye. This is the second time I have missed him performing. The previous time was when I tried to book tickets to see him at the Edinburgh fringe, but he was sold out so we went to see another irish comedian whose name escapes me.

Take that were on next and I didn't pay much attention to them, as can only be expected.

Next up was a lady that had something to do with strictly come dancing. This may sound like some perverted fettish type program, but in fact it is about old fashioned dancing and should be avoided at all costs.

Finally some group played something. I didn't notice much about this apart from the fact that there was a Vox amp involved. I have become a bit of an expert on guitar amps since I bought one the other week.

So by the time a wrote this Yonathan has long since left teh screen and I am watching some James Bond film featuring David Nivia. I'm not sure if it called Casino Royal or not, but I do know that it is rubbish. In fact on reflection, it is even worse than rubbish. This bit that involves people trying to pick up big round stone balls is one of the worst bits of cinema I have ever seen.

So on that note I think I will call it a day and watch an episode of Seinfeld instead.

Goodbye.