Graeme1988
Hie yer hence from me heath!
Cannae seem to concentrate on anything lately, and it’s ****ing annoying. Also, procrastinatin' a lot. But then ah didnae feel as motivated as ah usually dae.
2014 has been quite a depressin' year fur me, personally. Little has changed fur me, except in the past few weeks. Ma mum finally acceptin’ she needs tae be less overbearing an’ control an’ let me make ma ain decision withoot contradicting me. Just goes tae show whit 14 years of “Ah cun dae it maself”, rollin’ yer eyes an’ sighin’ will git ye if keep at it long enough.
But ah digress...Though the amount o’ comedy gigs ah attended this year, reflect that ah’ve been feel depressed. Fae Glasgow, tae Edinburgh tae Carlisle. That said they were aw a guid laugh. But ah think the yin ah enjoyed most was seeing Billy Connolly - or The Big Yin as he's known in his home country - live in his hometown during his tour of Scotland. Mainly because ah missed oot oan seeing 'em last time.
Brilliant! While Billy Connolly might no' be in his prime as a joke telling comedian. As the comedian as a storyteller, raconteur, Connnolly's still got it. Though, the only stories I can still recall from the gig are one about when Billy was still a folk musician and he play a charity gig at hospice. And a really funny story aboot his mistaken arrest for drug-dealing in Aberdeen city centre.
The only thing I remember vividly is everything before the show. As soon as ma sister get the car parked, we - me, ma mum and ma sister - wait a minute then make oor way to the doors of Clyde Auditorium the moment we see 'em open.
An' ah'm no' wait for ma sister tae push me in ma wheelchair, naw ah'm off. She hasnae even shut the car door properly an' ah'm away. :bigsmile: So we get inside, an' wait for the main door to the hall to open. Incidently, it's a freezing October evening, so nae chance we're sittin' ootside.
We decide to make our way up the ramp to the north side of the venue where we’ve been seated, so we’ll be first in. The venue’s stewards inform us the door should be open in an hour, it being half past six when we arrived. So we just wait quietly chatting about other comedians, the news and making small talk wi’ each other to pass the time. Much like the steward are doing.
Eventually, one of the stewards - a short, wee, auld Glaswegian wummin wi’ glasses an’ short ginger hair checks our tickets, scanning them wi’ a barcode reader to make sure they were genuine. Which in turn, leads to the four of us having a long conversation about some folk getting intae some shows at venue next to the Clyde Auditorium wi’ counterfeit tickets. Ironically enough, this wummin’ granddaughter just had to huv attended a gig with a counterfeit ticket but the venue managed to obtain a genuine ticket. And the person who had sold the fake ticket was attending the same concert, and got arrested. Get it up ye!
Though, as if too set the tone for the evening ahead, as one of the venue’s security guard is making his way past the ladies standing at the door, the wee wummin we’ve just been talking to walk up to him and says: “Ah’m no’ sure how ye work this ‘hing. Ah think it might be broken”. Those moment when ye cannae contain yer laughter are the best, aren’t they?
Anyway, just thought ah’d leave youse wi’ that wee story afore we head oan intae 2015.
2014 has been quite a depressin' year fur me, personally. Little has changed fur me, except in the past few weeks. Ma mum finally acceptin’ she needs tae be less overbearing an’ control an’ let me make ma ain decision withoot contradicting me. Just goes tae show whit 14 years of “Ah cun dae it maself”, rollin’ yer eyes an’ sighin’ will git ye if keep at it long enough.
But ah digress...Though the amount o’ comedy gigs ah attended this year, reflect that ah’ve been feel depressed. Fae Glasgow, tae Edinburgh tae Carlisle. That said they were aw a guid laugh. But ah think the yin ah enjoyed most was seeing Billy Connolly - or The Big Yin as he's known in his home country - live in his hometown during his tour of Scotland. Mainly because ah missed oot oan seeing 'em last time.
Brilliant! While Billy Connolly might no' be in his prime as a joke telling comedian. As the comedian as a storyteller, raconteur, Connnolly's still got it. Though, the only stories I can still recall from the gig are one about when Billy was still a folk musician and he play a charity gig at hospice. And a really funny story aboot his mistaken arrest for drug-dealing in Aberdeen city centre.
The only thing I remember vividly is everything before the show. As soon as ma sister get the car parked, we - me, ma mum and ma sister - wait a minute then make oor way to the doors of Clyde Auditorium the moment we see 'em open.
An' ah'm no' wait for ma sister tae push me in ma wheelchair, naw ah'm off. She hasnae even shut the car door properly an' ah'm away. :bigsmile: So we get inside, an' wait for the main door to the hall to open. Incidently, it's a freezing October evening, so nae chance we're sittin' ootside.
We decide to make our way up the ramp to the north side of the venue where we’ve been seated, so we’ll be first in. The venue’s stewards inform us the door should be open in an hour, it being half past six when we arrived. So we just wait quietly chatting about other comedians, the news and making small talk wi’ each other to pass the time. Much like the steward are doing.
Eventually, one of the stewards - a short, wee, auld Glaswegian wummin wi’ glasses an’ short ginger hair checks our tickets, scanning them wi’ a barcode reader to make sure they were genuine. Which in turn, leads to the four of us having a long conversation about some folk getting intae some shows at venue next to the Clyde Auditorium wi’ counterfeit tickets. Ironically enough, this wummin’ granddaughter just had to huv attended a gig with a counterfeit ticket but the venue managed to obtain a genuine ticket. And the person who had sold the fake ticket was attending the same concert, and got arrested. Get it up ye!
Though, as if too set the tone for the evening ahead, as one of the venue’s security guard is making his way past the ladies standing at the door, the wee wummin we’ve just been talking to walk up to him and says: “Ah’m no’ sure how ye work this ‘hing. Ah think it might be broken”. Those moment when ye cannae contain yer laughter are the best, aren’t they?
Anyway, just thought ah’d leave youse wi’ that wee story afore we head oan intae 2015.
