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They had the classic regionally weighted profile as the industry calls it. They were playing multiple nights at the likes of the Barras up here, then going down to say Leeds and playing in a pub. They never charted as high as they should have either, because a disproportionate number of their sales in chart return shops came from one part of the UK, ie Scotland.

Remember meeting a girl some years ago who was trying to make out she was French, and working over here. Her "accent" was all over the place and it was obvious she was bamming people up. She told me her name was Orelie - I asked her if she had a sister called Analie, cos if she did, I knew her and she was a pain in the arse. Pretence over. Nearly got a skelp on the jaw for that one.

Yep, I'm yet to see the phrase "personality or GTFO" anywhere...

Michelle Mone's got a lot to answer for, with the amount of disappointed guys who think they're on a promise of an epic rack only to be confronted by two wet football socks with oranges in them once the beasts are unleashed...

I'm about two-thirds of the way through just now and enjoying it - he seems to be back on track recently after a long period of phoning it in. The only criticism I've got is the same one as always with Stephen King - it could use a wee bit of editing here and there. Then again, who's ever going to tell someone that popular to lose 20-30 pages from the second act?

Y'know what? He's probably gonna make himself as welcome as a pork pie at a bar mitzvah when the other guys find out - instant ostracism!

Going by your previous posts, it sounds like you're well out of it. Probably best to break all contact with her - stop taking calls or replying to texts etc. Personally, I've always found it best to distance myself from serious exes - staying friends sounds great in principle, but so often prolongs the agony as it were. There's not been that connection with people you've only went out with a few times, so it's a lot easier to maintain a friendship with them. I know it sounds kind of facile, but don't give either of them the satisfaction of knowing you're bothered. If he gives you any grief about it at training, just ask him if the only thing that kept him rigid throughout was the fact he was stirring your porridge!

News earlier said it had been hovering over Pollokshields East station.

It's the main problem with 24 hour rolling news unfortunately - the coverage of this incident has been filled with pointless speculation, outright padding and interviews with people who really shouldn't be being interviewed due to being in deep shock or at the anger stage of the grieving process.

I work just along the Broomielaw from there, figured something was happening as there were a whole load of sirens about half an hour ago.

You're maybe thinking of Annie Miller's which is up one of the lanes parallel to that street. The Clutha's kind of an old guy's pub during the day, and mostly has folk or blues type bands playing at night - don't think it's a football place at all.

The downside of freedom of speech unfortunately. Ever get the feeling Fred Phelps really loves the cock? There's such a thing as protesting too much.

Condolences Lex - must be a horrible time for your family. Just found out on FB a good mate of mine was planning to go to that gig last night, but something came up and he didn't bother at the last minute.

All the brave talk about the spirit of Glasgow, and then the wee mutants in the background pop up as a reality check.

In as much as it's maybe time to rethink that part of their policing strategy. Two fatal crashes while running a fleet of one in just over 20 years?

Worth pointing out that this is the second time this has happened to the Glasgow polis - in 1990 one hit a block of granny flats in the southside.

It was some ska band playing apparently. My facebook's been going mental - there appear to have been a few friends of friends there unfortunately.

Looking at those photos, I'm afraid it really doesn't. If you don't know the layout of the place, it looks like it's come through the roof right on top of the bar area. The stage is along the wall facing the Clyde.

Mate of mine went for a tattoo of a scorpion on his arm. Obviously neither he or the tattoo artist had a photo of a scorpion to hand to refer to, as he came back a couple of hours later with a very well-executed tattoo of a lobster.

There is a vast gulf between the fantasy and the reality of lesbianism. Our porn lied to us.

Just like anywhere in Belgium, you can't go wrong around the main square, although it's a good bit more expensive than off the beaten track, I guess you're paying for ambience. And don't call it Bruges while you're there! It's pretty heavy duty Flemish around that bit of Belgium, and that's what the French call it. The locals call it Brugge, and that's all you'll see on roadsigns etc.

Jennifer Watts?

An old boss in work got called Mr Burns. He heard about the nickname, and was quite chuffed, because he imagined it was because he was no-nonsense and strict like the old guy in The Simpsons. Took the wind out of his sails when he found out it was because he looked a bit like Simon Weston.

Voices by Arnaldur Indridasson - think Icelandic Ian Rankin!