'Bring Me the Head of Ryan Giggs' Launch

I'm long overdue the chance to plug a literary event on here (even though I probably barely get enough traffic to justify it).

Basically, Rodge Glass, my ex-lecturer, current Cargo colleague, fellow southside resident and general all-round good guy, is launching his shiny new novel 'Bring Me the Head of Ryan Giggs' on April 4th at Mono in Glasgow at 7pm. Entry is free, drinks are reasonably priced (or they'll be cheaper than Edinburgh at least), and it'll just generally be awesome.

End plug.

Sunshine

For once, the nice weather in Glasgow has coincided with me having some days off from work. Not a bad thing, eh?

I'm getting back into swimming, but with the days being so nice I've not wanted to be cooped up in a building, so I've been doing a lot of walking. I've been walking from my flat all the way down to Pollok Park (which must be at least a good mile), then from there cutting up to Kilmarnock Road and back. It's been a good way to get an idea of my surroundings. It's weird, when I first moved to Glasgow from Shetland in 2006 I had a small pocket of the city centre that I never left. But now I'm so much braver - even though I'm still a bit of a naive country mouse at time - and as a result it feels like Glasgow gets a little bit smaller all the time.

I'm currently taking full advantage of Spotify to properly get into Iron and Wine's back catalogue. Not much else happening really.

'Hello everybody, I'm Dr Cheeks. I've been away for a while, so I'm a little behind.'

I decided probably one of my favourite ever Simpsons quotes deserved to be in here, because it is semi appropriate. I've not updated in too long.

Well, to be honest, it has mostly been due to the issue with the laptop. However, this has been rectified and I now have a shiny new Samsung. Hooray!

This long absence from the blogosphere (god, my journalism theory lecturer would be proud of me using that word) means that I've not updated about something really, really important that happened to me lately: namely that I've moved again.

I know, I could put a gypsy to shame. But the west end situation didn't work out, and so, after looking into costs, I decided I could afford a reasonably spacious flat all to myself in Strathbungo (or so the letting agents told me...everyone else says I'm in Govanhill, but you've got to admit Strathbungo sounds a lot nicer. The Paid Job colleagues mercilessly take the piss out of me for this). I'd been wanting to come down to this end for sometime to be honest - it's cheaper, the arts scene in Glasgow seems to be migrating down here (and fair enough), it's actually better connected transport wise...I could go on. But mainly I could afford my own place, and after the experience with my last place I appreciate it muchly. It's not cheap, but it's still awesome.

Anyway...so we at Cargo recently held the Margins Festival, which went amazingly well. There's a restructure going on at my Paid Job, which makes me feel like they're trying to push me out, and...well, I can't think of much else. All I can say is, for the most part, I'm a lot happier than I've been in some time.