It’s very late. Very, very late.  Or maybe it’s not late but very, very early.  All I know is that it is very, very something and it’s quite unpleasant.

But my nation has called upon me and I will tolerate the very, very and the quite unpleasant to assist in the presentation of all things Skotchish.  This may take me beyond the pale over the border, on the red eye to Lundyn but, for you my MaBroonLand, I will do this.  Just this once mind.  I expect recompense you know!  Payment in porridge will do.

NB this post was just an excuse to show off my slowly developing photoshop skills.

… I have got ra plague. I think I caught it off Ra Bliss Blog. I didn’t know that germs could traverse the internet highway. My plague is of the green gunk, uncontrollable sneezing, snuffling and coffing type. I begged off work this morning and retired to my bed of used and unused tissues and slept a blissful sleep (see Hotboy Ra Flatheids can do Ra bliss but only when infected) until I was rudely awoken by my rumbling stomach at 2pm!

Due to Ra plague I have missed Marc Almond but I sent Gussie and Roderick to check that he was still being glum and wearing black. In the meantime I have been watching people swimming in mud and rubbish bands at Glastonbury. Kasabian are particularly rubbish but not as rubbish as The Fratellis, not even their Scottishness can save them from their rubbishness. And will someone give that wee boy frae the Arctic Monkeys a pie or a biscuit or summat, he looks starved. In between mud and rubbish I bought tickets to see the epic Music in 12 parts by the not at all rubbish, in fact quite fab Philip Glass. (I bet that he looks good on the dance floor!)

Hmmm … maybe I caught ra plague off of the meece. (PS I have deployed the ultra sound screechy things and the meece have been absent for some time now)

… my blog administration stuff and noticed lots of exciting posts that needed moderating. I seem to have many avid readers from the underground including:

• NFL cheerleaders Thank you girls
• Sinful comics Tsk, tsk you naughty things
• Vitamin shoppe Ah yea olde worlde vitamin shoppe, for those of us who don’t eat our 5 veg/fruit
• Penis Hilton [sniggering in a silly childish way]
• Clonazepam. Thanks but no thanks, my memory is disturbed enuf as it is.

So thanks guys and girls for stopping by TSSL. Oh….. ooops …. was that the mass spam delete button I pressed? Now f**k off and don’t come back.

friday eveningOriginally uploaded by seinberg.

Picture the scene … Le Chef is away consulting in Barcelona, it is evening time and he is exploiting the free internet connection in the hotel to do some work. He sends an email to Le Chef de le Chef and receives an immediate response back. Le Chef in turn replies promptly saying …

Ah Le Chef de Le Chef. You appear to be working late (from home) and online. Well, that’s me finished now I am off to the bar for a beer. Adios Le Chef

Le Chef de le Chef replies pronto

Yes Le Chef. I am online and on wine.

Isn’t that the best way to be ? Online on wine. It’s my new, new motto. I will have to adopt and practice my new motto at work tomorrow.

[wonders]
Can you Web2.0 on a Wallbanger ? Mashup on Mojitos ? vi on vodka (no … dinnae do vi on vodka it’s difficult enough doing vi auf wasser)
[/wonders]

… I was quite bad but it is an experiment. Given my profession it’s important to do stuff like this and see what happens. I wonder how long it will take til the wikipedia is rolled back or some smart physics bod sorts this or my conscience gets the better of me and I restore the universal balance.

The Before

The After

Ah … you didn’t know I could speak Russian did you ? We’ll I can’t except for wodka but babelfish is pretty good at it! So, you’ll recall my fondness for Les chiens d’espace (no it is not a model of car). While poodling around (arf arf) I came across the lovely posters of the space pooches Belka and Strelka. Look at them. How heroic and Soviet are they ? Look at their fetching space suits / straight jackets. The both survived and have been preserved (yeuch) and can be visited in museums in Rusky. Hurrah for the brave Les chiens d’espace..

I was reading the paper today and there was an article in it about Scottish Prime Ministers. Apparently there have been 7 Scottish Prime Ministers in the past and Gordon Brown will make it 8. So, I was looking at all these Prime Ministers and thought … but there’s one missing.

Oi! Le Chef! I said, interrupting his ongoing destruction of Medieval Europe, Isn’t Tony Blair Scottish ?

Don’t be so stupid (he says this often to me) He was educated in Scotland. He’s not Scottish.

Aye, I know he was educated at that scary looking school. But I’m sure he’s Scottish.

So I go to look at font of all knowledge wikipedia and there it says,