April 2006

The new CD by The Tom Morton 2 A Complete and Utter History of Rock’n’Roll is available to buy HERE, online for just £7.99 plus postage. It contains 10 original Tom Morton songs, plus one secret bonus track. All you have to do is click HERE and you will be taken to my eBay shop.…

"I smoked Capstan Full-Strength, just like every child…Now I'm pushing 50, I smoke Silk Cut Extra MildI've rolled Golden Virginia, Old Holborn and DrumUntil my fingers turned yellowAnd my lips went numb… Now I'm smoking in a hurricane…" MP3 File And the song is in the new Tom Morton’s Chatter and Twang podcast, available FREE…

 The first time I saw Malcolm, who’s from Southampton, really, via South Uist, he was wearing a blue boiler suit (something I later found to be habitual) and therefore, with extremely large beard, looked more Zetlandic than a very Zetlandic, pre-Up Helly Aa male usually does. Given that it’s well past Up Helly Aa time,…

 This bizarre triple-tree can be found on the back road to Balloch from Pirniehall. I’m tempted to say it’s a trunk road, but that would be stupid. Because it isn’t. 

Lumpy seas on the Peterhead-Orkney leg of the voyage home, but Phenergan once again negated the nausea. That and, in my case, an enormous meal of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Why do sea trips make me so hungry? Shetland is looking half-submerged, so wet is the landscape. We have friends staying at the Radiocroft…

Waylaid in (by) the pub last night and, having forgotten the lights for my bike, ended up getting the train from Anniesland to Balloch. Susan, bless her heart, met me a few hundred yards (metres? whit?) down the road from the station, and with one quick bound the bike was in the back of the…

Yesterday, the commute (something new for me) from Drymen to Queen Margaret Drive in Glasgow went like this: lift to Balloch station (feeling miserable from some kind of gastric flu) train to Partick, subway to Hillhead, walk to QM Drive. Weirdly, but as is often the case, the show went particularly well despite general grogginess.…

So, I’m sitting, drookit as a very drookit thing, in Glasgow Central Low Level. I am wearing a second-hand Crombie overcoat, a large rucksack, and carrying two other bags. I surmise that I am not looking happy. It’s 9.15 on a Friday night, and Glasgow is in party mode. I am waiting for a train…