#glasgow my city

[mekanikaltrifle]

Mage game yesterday was fucking nuts but not in the 'Laine fell into Quiet and skinned theirself with a knife while nobody was watching them' way from a few sessions before. This time Malcolm's ex boyfriend Kenny seems to have got himself fucking embraced as a Nosferatu, the fucking idiot, everyone ended up having to defend him from another nossie which they successfully destroyed (and now have had their first real encounter with vampires. Much to everyone's unhappiness), and then once again Malcolm had paradox burn and this time... he collapsed afterwards.

There was something on the other side, which says it gave him a blessing and may have been responsible for allowing him to return to the world of the living after his accident killed him.

This, of course, is a big deal for a depressed atheist to suddenly have credible evidence of a higher power taking an interest...

[saints-who-never-existed]

I first read Freuchen's Book of the Seven Seas about a decade ago and remember it as rollicking good fun. I don't have it to hand right now so I'll have to paraphrase slightly but there's a lovely wee quote from that book that's been stuck in my head and by which I've endeavoured to live life ever since:

"Always go straight forward. And if you meet the Devil - cut him in two and sail between the pieces!"

[unrealityliminal]

may 2020

[toomuchracket]

lana del rey come to scotland challenge

[relnicht]

American media has made me believe that car sex would be a much bigger part of my life than it actually is. (Living in a small walkable city for most of my adult life nobody had a car (in town))

[sword-swallower-pin]

City of dreams

[hold-me-close]

glasgow, ily 🖤

[icehot13]

happy monday to everyone but ghost, who is having an Anxiety Time of things

[atldiscourse]

honestly even if the allegations never came out and i was still an atl fan, i still probably would've dropped them after sleepwalking because that song was just... bad... and the radio stations were playing it ALL THE TIME 🤢

god bless the uk bcos i never once heard that song on radio i literally could not even tell u what it goes like 🫡

[mortalityplays]

talking about impenetrable accents/dialect just reminded me. when I was in Milan a couple of years back I was staying in this little rathole hotel and I had the biggest fucking migraine, so I was like non c'è problema I'll just go buy painkillers. of course every pharmacy on the map in a three block radius was closed, so my stupid ass just starts wandering around trying to figure out on the fly if you can get OTC from supermarkets in italy.

I walk into this little everything store (to my foreign eyes the kind of place that back home could sell you a bunch of carrots, a 6-pack of beer, pantyhose, bleach and a screwdriver set) and I see some household basics in the back but not what I need. with the confidence of a person who is only in the city for 3 days because he got bored and packed a bag and booked the cheapest flight available the week before (<= MENTAL ILLNESS), I was like no worries I know some italian, I can just ask.

I grab a bottle of water, walk up to the counter, and I'm like Ciao, hai il paracetamolo? And the guy is like che, and I'm like paracetamolo. Per la mia testa. And he's like che?

This is where I would have said 'aspirina' except I can't take aspirin for medical reasons, or 'antidolorifico' except I don't know that word and I've got no phone data for google translate and also I'm stupid. So in my fucked up leith-glasgow-italian accent I'm like paaa-ra-cetta-mollll-ooo. He's like ohhh bene, bene, and he calls another guy out of the back and asks him to go get something. Other guy then walks out of the store into the street, and before I can be like hey, che la fuck, he comes back and hands me a huge bundle of herbs.

At this point I'm like okay this entire interaction has been a bust, but these guys have been very nice and patient and they're both smiling happily at me because they've been of service, so I'm like ahh perfetto, grazie, pay them a couple of euros and leave.

EVENTUALLY I find a pharmacy that's open, and my head is fucking killing me, and my phone still isn't connecting, and now I have this small shrubbery poking out of my coat pocket, so I don't even bother looking around the shelves. I just walk straight to the counter and I'm like uhh ciao, scusi. And hearing my nightmare of an accent the guy answers in english and I'm like thank christ, do you please have paracetamol. Not aspirin, I can't take aspirin. And he's like yeah yeah hold on, goes into the back, comes out with what I need.

Only when he comes out he gives me this look, and then he starts laughing. And then he pretends he's not laughing and rings me up and I pay, and as I'm leaving I can see him losing it. But I don't care, my head is going to explode, I'm going back to the rathole to close the blinds and fall comatose for four hours.

When I get back to my hotel room I take off my coat and remember the huge bouquet of herbs in my pocket. They smell amazing, and I'm like I'm pretty sure this is parsley in which case I can just get some tomatoes and mozzarella later and make it work. but since I have no idea what that interaction was, I want to make sure. I bring out my phone to get a visual reference of what parsley leaves look like, and because I was using it for google translate earlier I put 'parsley' in the wrong box like a dope and translate it to italian.

prezzemolo

I wish I could have been the pharmacist in the moment he looked at my tired pissed off anglophone ass, heard me say 'paracetamol' in my fucked up accent, and turned around saw what was in my pocket. I'd have lost my shit too.

[mekanikaltrifle]

Absolutely stunning tree in Pollok Country Park last weekend, just a fantastic thing, isn't it? I don't normally post my photos but... it's too lovely to keep to myself, I think.

[amidst-wonderland]

if i’m honest i just picked the norman conks because i knew it was bridgeton-based, full of irish immigrants, catholic and potentially had ties to the ira. turns out they were named specifically after their street - norman street, which i learned a few weeks ago and when i was out with my the other day granny, she mentioned she actually lived on norman street with her older siblings. meaning all four of my grandparents lived in bridgeton around the same time. which is pretty funny considering my dad’s side - my granda and his brothers were ‘billy boys’ adjacent and it was the opposite on my mum’s side for both her parents. apparently my great-uncles would literally throw shit at the orangemen / billy boys as children / teens.

just thought perhaps we should bring it back, y’know with the orange walk and what not.

[rapha-reads]

Me: hasn't had anything stronger than a sangria in months, has basically stopped drinking entirely, only had one (huge) meal today.

Also me: why not have a Tequila Sunrise. Soon I'll be back home and won't touch any kind of alcohol. One last drink.

The cocktail: hey you. Been a while. Guess you forgot, huh? I am very strong.

And yes I'm at the bar on Tumblr because I am not having fun. We're sayong goodbye to a friend (my best friend here) who's leaving the country but she's a social butterfly who knows dozens and dozens of people and I know mqybe 4 people and I am not in the mood for the bar ambiance.

[cha-lii]

finally found another work of art on the subway so i can now officially say i am beginning a Collection

[misscori]

Glasgow, Scotland

[pajorko]

The ultimate power move of scoring a winner on her birthday 👏🧡