Marillionboy

Indeed. Utterly horrible. But I am sure there is some undiscovered clinical condition some of these people are suffering from, who crave making such a tit of themselves in public and are so unaware of their shitness.

Oh its a billion times nicer. But Keith is not a bad place... a few good places to drink and I like the seediness of the High Street.

Seriously now... I hate myself for doing this but I watched this show tonight. This isn't a thread saying "manufactured pop, shit, Cowell's a cunt" etc, we've done all that. What occured to me is that some of the people who are coming to these auditions are clearly ill. What else could possible possess them? That poor cow at the end whose mum basically said "my daughter has nothing left to live for now"...oh that'll console her! And the mad inventor who thought he'd brogght back Lennon was clearly schizophrenic.

Bring it on!!!!

Cullen actualy but I have a great fondness for Keith.

No, but I do have three different posters of girls kissing. TPBM could neve live happily without a television.

Kemnay, laugh a minute that place!

I know, it was a joke!

Because I've never heard anyone ever say they've been killed by a ghost.

One thing that should reassure you is that ghosts, if they do exist, seem to do nothing more than scare you, not kill you. That's only in movies.

I tend to feel life's more exciting if you believe in them, but that doesn't mean you have to believe in an afterlife or whatever. Maybe they're some kind of recording scarred into a place, who knows. Whether or not they do exist, I have a couple of cool stories to offer here, and please don't just respond by saying "all in your imagination" or "you were dreaming" or whatever. Who cares, they're good stories. The first one happened to a friend of mine who was a prison guard. He and his wife moved to a new house, guy was a real happy-go-lucky type, and one time I saw him he was completely shaken. He told me that his wife had felt a little uneasy since they'd moved, but he'd scoffed at such things. Then the previous night they were asleep and he woke up sensing something was wrong. He opened his eyes to find he was lying facing his wife, who was sound asleep, and standing behind her by the bed was a man staring at her with a look of absolute hate. He was petrified, but the man seemed totally unaware of anything but the wife. My mate got out of bed, trying not to wake his wife, and walked to the foot of the bed and stood watching the man. Then he watched the man walk round to the opposite side of the bed, never once breaking his gaze from the wife. He approached him. The man the began to walk back to his original spot. My mate decidedto simply grab him. A split second before he did the man suddenly broke his gaze from the wife and looked directly at him. My friend reached out to grab him, and he vanished. I can't ever express how freaked he was telling me that story, and he confessed he got back into bed and cried his eyes out. he went and told the prison chaplain. he was so frightened. I've had a couple of puzzling experiences, one in particular, but I'll save it for another time, bit knackered typing that all out!

Logan your post intrigues but puzzles me...

Likewise mate, give us a PM when you're next in Cullen, I'll buy you and your fiance a beer in The Three Kings.

Blimey,a video jukebox? I bet Tatu is on it! The lounge bar of the Seafield Arms is fabulous on a Christmassy evening, roaring fire and good whisky. Cullen is my paradise, nowhere else in the world makes me feel as good, not even Soho.

The Crannoch, which at its very mention now people resond "is that the one run by twa lesbians like?" Only been in once since it changed and it was dead: is it still full of angry underagers? The Grant Arms is bizarre, one night it'll be quiet and the next full of blokes ready to kick your head in. The Three Kings knocks spots off the others. The Shore Inn at Portsoy is a gem though, so friendly. The Admiral at Findochty is getting good reviews though. Further afield, Fochabers is a great place to drink around. Findlater is indeed treacherous!!!

Me too, my mate and I walked along Portlong one afternoon turned the corner round the rocks and both stopped in our tracks with shock. At least the temple is still there and Findlater Castle hasn't fallen entirely into the sea yet... Best pub in the vicinity though is The Shore Inn in Portsoy...

Well said that man. Although I got engaged there on the beach too and it was the start of a pretty miserable time of my life! Which cottage did you stay in out of interest? The Three Kings is a great pub too!

Depends how close to the city you want to be: if you want to be an hour's drive from Aberdeen and in somewhere gorgeous I'd recommend my native Cullen.The villages around that are still fairly reasonable for house prices even if Cullen itself isn't. But closer in, Huntly or Keith are both sound towns and reasonable, Keith only an hour from Aberdeen on the train.

A favourite movie, some comfort food, but best of all I think alcohol and music. Sing your lungs out to yourself, unbtil your throat hurts, while getting wrecked.

I could never forgive, and its strange because I could certainly understand how easy it is to succumb to it. The thing about cheating is, alcohol is not ever an excuse. People who claim it is are simply hiding behind a crap excuse and not taking responsibility. Drunk or sober you know what you're doing would break your partner's heart. if you're sober enough to have sex you are sober enough to remember you are attached. The other thing is that cheating rarely has "nothing to do with the person you're cheating on". Its usually the fact that you are doing something illicit that gives cheating the spice. What's more telling your partner to nsalve your own conscience is bloody selfish, people don't need to know things like that. I wouldn't ever have someone back who cheated on me because I've got too much self-respect and I'd be eaten up with jealousy, and yet I'm hardly a saint myself. That isn't hypocrisy, simply that I know that jealousy would eat me up. Of course if she cheated on me with another girl it would be different.

Oh for f*** sake how cold are some people. I don't give a toss if they are made up or not, some of them are incredibly poignant.

True actually. TPBM has had a threesome.

Coventry or Harlow. Both shit holes. Greenock isn't a barrel of laughs either.

Beroca sorts out a hangover better than anything i know. bets thing though is plenty of vitamin c tablets and at least four pints of water before you go to sleep

I don't get this. His lyrics bear no resemblance to Peter Gabriels, he wrote about terrorism, broken relationships and drug ands booze addiction. Peter Hammill he freely admits is his lyrical influence. His stage character was bitter bawdy Scotsman, not mysterious traveller. How on earth was that Gabriel influenced? Stage make up...why Gabriel influence and not Alice Cooper, Arthur Brown or any of the others? And what's so bad about being influenced by an earlier king of that genre? Aren't most reggae artists influenced by Bob Marley?