Now, I am not usually an emotional person, (well apart from crying when I watch Dumbo, Little Mermaid, Lion King, the news, and generally anything which is mildly upsetting) but listening to Johny Cash covering '.Hurt' brings a lump to my throat. It sounds totally different and more haunting when sung by Mr Cash.
Well my week in West Yorkshire or more precisely Bradford was............... interesting. Being of reasonably strong Scottish accent and trying to communicate with the locals did pose one or two language barrier problems......
The drive back yesterday was marred by people unable to drive in tiny amounts of snow, thus causing crashes and 3 mile tailbacks, which in turn held me back long enough to hit Glasgow and the M8/Kingston Bridge nightmare at prime rush hour time.
This led to my alter ego, Mr Road-Rage-White-Van-Man making an appearance for the first time in a few weeks. Hopefully nobody was watching as I bullied my way through traffic in my ' I don't give a fuck cos this is not van, get out of my way you considerate safety conscious slow moving pain in the arse, I am in a hurry to get home and will stop at nothing..' mode.
Obviously everybody else was oblivious to the fact I had spent 8 hours driving yesterday and didn't want to take any longer than necessary to get home.
Ah well, I made it back home anyway, just before the stress kicked off a migraine.
Quick one for anybody from Ayrshire or the east coast. Does Justin Timberlakes 'Cry Me A River' say something different to you than what he intended?
Am off to catch up with the updates I missed in my absence
Well my week in West Yorkshire or more precisely Bradford was............... interesting. Being of reasonably strong Scottish accent and trying to communicate with the locals did pose one or two language barrier problems......
The drive back yesterday was marred by people unable to drive in tiny amounts of snow, thus causing crashes and 3 mile tailbacks, which in turn held me back long enough to hit Glasgow and the M8/Kingston Bridge nightmare at prime rush hour time.
This led to my alter ego, Mr Road-Rage-White-Van-Man making an appearance for the first time in a few weeks. Hopefully nobody was watching as I bullied my way through traffic in my ' I don't give a fuck cos this is not van, get out of my way you considerate safety conscious slow moving pain in the arse, I am in a hurry to get home and will stop at nothing..' mode.
Obviously everybody else was oblivious to the fact I had spent 8 hours driving yesterday and didn't want to take any longer than necessary to get home.
Ah well, I made it back home anyway, just before the stress kicked off a migraine.
Quick one for anybody from Ayrshire or the east coast. Does Justin Timberlakes 'Cry Me A River' say something different to you than what he intended?
Am off to catch up with the updates I missed in my absence
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I quite enjoy being a bit of white-van-man every so often. Hope you had the bottle of bru and a daily record on the dash and a rolly in your mouth.