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Dananana Knackered

Dananana Knackered

Posted 31 July 2009 | By The Wee Man | Categories: Music, The Wee Man | No Comments

That’s the problem when you start to fly so high. There’s always the danger you might fall and painfully shatter something.
Glasgow fight pop six-piece Dananananakroyd were this week forced to cancel the remainder of their Australian tour after drummer/vocalist John Baillie Jnr broke his arm three songs into a much-anticipated set at the Annandale Hotel [...]

Can it ever be acceptable for a Scot to support England?

Can it ever be acceptable for a Scot to support England?

Posted 24 July 2009 | By The Wee Man | Categories: The Life, The Wee Man | 25 Comments

I’ve got a dirty little secret. All right I’ve got more than one. But this isn’t anything to do with breaking in to zoo enclosures in the dead of night, sneaking up on zebras and letting their haunches feel the weight of my hand. This one is even more shameful. Sickening.

High Dunoon

High Dunoon

Posted 10 July 2009 | By The Wee Man | Categories: The Life, The Wee Man | 1 Comment

You know the scenario. You’re sinking a few in some salubrious drinking hole on the other side of the world, just winding down after a hard week and trying not to think about whether you’ll still have a job on Monday, all that nuclear acceleration in North Korea, or how most of the world inexplicably [...]

New Baws Please

New Baws Please

Posted 26 June 2009 | By The Wee Man | Categories: The Life, The Wee Man | No Comments

Andy Murray. It could have been me. I’m man enough to admit it’s been tough watching the inexorable rise from loose-limbed, awkward teen looking like a puppy pawing at a persistent fly to the hardened, ridiculously talented yet still wonderfully acerbic world No.3 he’s become.

The Wee Man on Friday : I Can’t Feel My Legs

The Wee Man on Friday : I Can’t Feel My Legs

Posted 19 June 2009 | By The Wee Man | Categories: The Life, The Wee Man | No Comments

They say long distance relationships don’t work. They’re right. It’s one of life’s certainties, that it’s all destined to end in uncomfortable estrangement.
Yet I once thought differently about long distance love. Sure, I was young with naive dreams of open waters and shimmering sunsets, she was just a blistered cargo ship.