I grew up in Airdrie in the West of Scotland. I was raised on a diet of Lurpak / fried sausage / scotch pies (sometimes consumed within a bread roll) / my dad used to dip the bread roll into the fat of the bacon, just to add more flavour / Buckfast / lashings of vodka / deep fried pizza / deep fried chips with almost every meal. And yet, somehow, by some miracle ⦠my cholesteral level is normal, and so is my liver. And during all of this, I had the temerity not to believe in God. I should be kissing God's hairy beanbag.
I'm still on this stupid 30 minutes per day of Internet time. My Firm are rubbish and harsh. Not visited much recently.
I've done a 5 stretch in The Big House after a Sarf London carve up. Not pretty ... a lot of claret spilled. These things happen I suppose.
FAO Dejazzero Were you known as Partick Bateman on the old 606? If so, did you used to chat with Giant Collar Man?