Venturing into the Glasgow Death Metal scene was always going to be a different spin on a Wednesday for me and it did not disappoint. Adorning the a band t-shirt (bought purely because I thought it looked cool), dark jeans, red converse and the obligatory sweatband I descended into Pivo Pivo. Much to my horror I was greeted by a troop of tattooed ( Read more... )

Stumbling hopelessly towards the Edinburgh Marathon for the third year running should prove interesting and the metaphor at the beginning of this sentence is somewhat resemblant of the latter half of the race. The vaseline has well and truly been taken out and lathered with a tremendous amount of gusto with the odd accompaniment of emotional ( Read more... )

Things that are ill advised; running a marathon without training, running a hill race two days after running a marathon without training, competing at a British Gala in synchronised trampolining having trained the routine 3 times in the last month and participating in a bike race without ever having ridden a road bike before, without cycling shorts ( Read more... )

Walking into a public house in rural Perthshire was meant to be an enjoyable experience somewhat resemblant of a step back through time into an era where men were men and pubs greeted you with roaring fires in the midst of friendly banter. Not this pub. We had stumbled across an island of a place, seemingly insular to the rest of the world (with ( Read more... )

Having recently removed myself from a shindig so as not to damage my social standing and make hazardous the mingling conditions of the revelry when, all of a sudden, the penny dropped...I have no social standing to diminish. I could have wound up naked, upside down and in a puddle riddled toilet through even the most preposterous of mechanisms and ( Read more... )

Four weeks on a course with the fitness industry’s equivalent of David Brent tested my patience and homicidal urges (previously suitably dormant) to a wonderful new level. This portly chap dished out his wonderful nutritional advice through the most pornographic of moustaches long before Movember had entered our thoughts. The glaring contradictions ( Read more... )

A week that has made me want to smother myself in egg yolk and hug relative strangers is one that is definitely worth writing about ( Read more... )

There is an absolute pandemic of hangovers in Stirling. As the student population warmly embraces stupidity and drink to the extremes there have been a few casualties. Primarily that of innocence as well as dignity, student loans, mental and physical health ( Read more... )

Family board games are right in at least one thing they promise to do; they bring families together ... so that they are within striking range of one another ( Read more... )

Waking up in the morning to glorious sunshine, birds singing, a gentle breeze and a thoroughly optimistic bout of morning glory serves only to mock the mundane and unsatisfying nature of the day ahead ( Read more... )