Unintentional Ironic Artwork…
Nae travel…
Author: Priptona
50 something, living with partner, expressing every day ramblings.
Gay Paris! – Part Two
Today would have been the day I was flying back to Paris for another Simple Minds gig. And then onto Bordeaux for another one two days later. A meet and greet, no less. Probably would have been shitting myself again. Worried about Mr Kerr and what he thinks of me. Always do. Always will. Ridiculous,…
Happy Release Day – Flight Of Ideas!
The day has arrived! Sadly, my copies are in lockdown as currently Monorail are only open as an online store and I ordered my Dinked LP and CD to collect from in the store itself. I’ll be waiting some time to collect, methinks! In the meantime, there is Spotify and the digital download copy to…
Major Edinburgh Festivals For August 2020 Cancelled
Wondering if that also means the Summer Sessions gigs in Princes Street Gardens are off too? That’ll be yet ANOTHER Simple Minds gig nae happening then? Fuck you 2020! Fuck you Coronavirus!
Locked-In!
My own headspace. My own inability to get out of what seems to “help”. It’s habitual. Like a drug. He’s a drug I can’t escape. My heroin. My life. My wife. Lou. He’s your bard. Sweet irony…
Rare, Rarer, Rarest – Punk 45s
From the latest edition of Long Live Vinyl. A timely nod to Pripton. I guess he’s the reason this blog exists after all… Personally, I still think Dead Vandals was the better song, but was obviously less ‘punk’ in the strictest musical notation terms. Thank god it was the B Side at least.
What’s Left?
I’m not really sure what *is* left? This site has become stagnant. Gigs are on hold. There is NOTHING coming from the official channels from Simple Minds – now suddenly after 9 years on Facebook is now being referred to as just “Simple Minds” rather than “Simple Minds Official”. Another nail in the coffin? Another…
Today I Have Been Mostly…
OD-ing on this sweaty, snake-hipped absolute sex god adonis. Gorgeousness of Glasgow. I just…need him today. You make it go away, and you make it worse all at the same time. I adore you, and I don’t care if you think me a lunatic. Well, I do. And you no doubt do. So be it….