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I would say If.... Gregory's Girl Damage Psycho Lost Weekend But there are so many more!

Filth is the one that really seems to perovoke the wildest reactions, not rad that yet. Give me James Kelman any day over Welsh but Trainspotting is a gem.

I was there for that too but I loathed it. I remember the axctors biogs saying things like "he is a good shag" etc which was about the saddest thing I'd ever seen in my life. One couple walked out during the waitress monologue though so that was something!

Still not read the sequel. But Trainspotting is a series of loosely connected stories, without a central character threading them all together, whereas the film plucked ouit Renton and made him the center of the piece. I thought the film was shit on a stick when it came out and again when I watched it about four years ago, but having rewatched it now I think it's pretty good. Style over substance just like Shallow Grave, and a bit like flicking through the book at high speed, and totally obsessed with its own cool, but there's a lot of good stuff in there. For me the two biggest problems with the film are that its a totally middle class take on the story: McGregor is just totally wrong as renton, when Welsh was giving a voice to the youth on the schemes at Pilton and the like. To me the movie Renton comes across more as a middle calss rebel. Also it has no real idea of how it wants to deal with heroin...how come Renton cold turkeys and yet manages to take a test hit later with no ill effects? And since when do Edinburgh junkies become city whizkids?

Good essay title. I'd answer it with reference to Peter McDougall and Duncan McLean too!

"the names for any sexual act to me just sound wrong or just silly" Some things are beyond the realms of language. There's still not a name invented for three way kissing with two girls apart from heavenly and the like...

Spot on. As a certain Scottish novel says "I swung the door a The Moorings open. The place had a safe embrace li yer best pal and always made ya realise how lucky yare ta have it in ya life. The jukebox was playing Pallas li a fanfare ta welcome ma back. Scattered about the bar were musical people. That was why the place existed and thats why people came: because people do listen ta music north a Barrowlands."

Saturday was a quality night, and that last band were hugely entertaining: the lead singer looked like he worked for the Clydesdale Bank until he started interacting" with the crowd. As novelty acts go they beat the shit out of The Bloody Marys. My only complaint was someone walked off with my peppered vodka... Anyone else noticed that Hog hasn't actually denied making that retort? He's terrible, every time I see him he asks me the same thing.

Best pub in Britain and not rough at all. Very friendly and takes its music seriously but nothing else. Certainly not rough in the sense that you'd get a kicking in there. It ain't Aitchies. Or The Broadsword. Or The Hen Hoose. Or The Clifton Bar. Or The Seaton Arms.

Yep, it was Fanfare they played, a great track (well the single version anyway). As Sophie well knows ELP are fine in my book, but if that jukebox had had five tracks by them they would have been played in succession too! And Iron Maiden are fucking dreadful. "The perpetually appalling Iron Maiden there" as Mark Lamarr once said. Deep Purple don't even have five good songs in their repertoire so that was about our cue to leave. They emptied three tables while we were there! Cute waifish girl in a Slipknot top was with the group who put them on: she should have sorted them out!

I worked for them a few years back when Directory Enquiries was still part of the Aberdeen offices. One of the worst jobs imaginable, marginally better if you were employed by BT than Manpower. Call centres just don't work. They are a step backwards in a supposedly civilised society. Why do we try to educated more and more people only to provide even more mind-numbling jobs that don't even have the benefit of exercise involved? National Rail Enquiries is the worst for me at present: the call centre seems to have been moved to somewhere on a different continent because no one can speak English too well or even seems to know the basics of train travel. That's a job where a degree of instinct is required: with the current operators they have no ability to suggest alternative routes/ cheaper methods of travelling. Call centres are fucking exasperating...see, look at the state I've got myself in just thinking about them!

Well thanks a bloody bunch whoever was in the Twig last night for putting on two hours of music that consisted of ELP (That's fine) Everything on there by Iron Maiden,ditto Sabbath, ditto Led Zep ditto Deep Purple.You probably have all this at home but i don't really work well for anyone who ainb't a diehard. Bit of etiquette next time ;-) All good bands but fuck's sake...

Well done for giving Kimsey the thumbs up Stu and not saying Steve Wilson! What's Steve Lillywhite doing these days? He was a one trick pony but the definition of a man of the times and no one else could have got The Banshees etc sound so right. I'd chuck in a mention for Pete Brown here!

Swearing IS big and it IS clever, especially from females.

Poor Tom though, he must be feeling pretty insecure now!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/scottmills/ratemylistener/wednesday.shtml

Thanks loads, that's really nice top hear. And yes Hog I was minced Sunday before last, though not as bad as ma bird was!

So sorry mate, something came up which was far less fun! Will be in town again next weekend!

To anyonhe who is inta such things: one of ma plays is on Radio 4 this Tuesday at 2.15pm. It's set in Morayshire (Cullen) and features the wonderful talents of Alan Reed from Pallas on the 12 string... Anyway,if anyone's listening, hope you enjoy it. xx

Aye, I mean at least Lolita , even though it completely misjudges the book, is a good film in its own right! Clockwork Orange is also, to me anyway, bloody boring and so camp. It makes Eyes Wide Shut look sophisticated.

This is a magic album but how freaky is the cover. The back is even spookier...look closely and you'll see she's preggers. http://www.undergroundalbums.com/campbell.JPG

Fuck that made me jump.

There aren't many films where a man becomes a "real" man by murdering his neoghbours and leaving his wife to drive off happily into the sunset with a paedophile.

Exhilerated?

Don't! For a second I thought it could have actually been you! I still have the bruises! I'd know the girl again anyway, short with very blonde hair sucking a Bud bottle. Bisom.