Thursday, July 30, 2009

All Change

I am pissed off. Too much drinking, too much amiable bed hopping, too much of the same daily round. Scotland has a collective drink problem: from the rough boozers of Govan to the Highland howfs it's just constant imbibing, cars abandoned in ditches, and folk in drying out clinics.

I'm selling up, fucking off to London. Four flats in Fitzrovia: cost exorbitant, rental income tasty, the Fitzroy Tavern a short stroll.

She's back in my life. I'm not sure that's a good thing, but what can you do?


EmmaK said...

Not sure there's much of a difference to Scotland in Fitzrovia apart from you can shag outside without freezing your nuts. I used to live in Soho and there was much amiable bed hopping and constant boozing - if you want a change move to america like I did - you know what they are like about booze think its a vice or summat! hilarious.

Jimmy Bastard said...

What can you do? You can sleep on it and make a decision on a clear head in the morning. I've been down here in London for only a few days, and already I'm homesick for the true Glesga culture.

London has intolerable traffic, people who have never seen real grass, pubs with warm beer, and worst of all... imitation brands of faux Irn Bru. Save yourself man, open a new place further up the West Coast, do anything, but dinnae come doon the road.

...and just what the bejayus are you doing drinking in the depths of Govan?

Mopsa said...

Lust is swirling with ferocious abandon in the city. In the country we just have piglets.

garfer said...


America is odd. Drinking and smoking are much frowned upon but you can buy an assault rifle.

I like Desmond's Tavern in Manhattan though.


Aye Jimbo, but it has to be done. I'll keep a house up here though. It's possible to have the best of both world.


Free range piglets hold the prospect of unctuous pork. Feed them fellahs well.

Jimmy Bastard said...

Then I sincerely wish you well my friend, follow your heart, but remember that part of you will always be in your adopted hame of Glesga.

Stansted to Glesga is only £49. You can find me in the Gallowgate should it go tits up.

crazyrivergirl said...

I'm sad to hear you're leaving but glad you're keeping the old but'n'ben.

Betty said...

Oh dear. It's all gone a bit Hungover Square ...

KAZ said...

It's not really about Scotland is it?
It's about the 'she'.
Good luck.

garfer said...


Glesga's only up the road. Frequent visits to the Horseshoe Bar will still be possible.


Got to keep somewhere up here for the sake of my sanity.


Hangover Square was in Earls Court. Fitzrovia is much classier, even if the hangovers are just as vile.


Well spotted.

One can but try.

Madame DeFarge said...

Gosh, we may be practically neighbours then. I hope the 'back in life' works out.

MJ said...

So the cat came back?

garfer said...

Aye, in black.

Arabella said...

Bloody hell.