To all like-minded individuals out there, I have decided the term “like-minded” is stupid and has no meaning, so anyone who thinks that too please leave a comment on my blog.

I might even start a petition to collect signatures of all those that think the same way as me.

OK, so I concede it does have meaning… but there is just something insipid about describing someone as “like-minded”, I am not sure what it is about it.

Perhaps it is because it is usually used in an exclusive manner, being used to invite “like-minded” people to an event is essentially to say “don’t come if you don’t think like me”.

Anyway, just a thought and it is probably just me…

"Jesus Laughing Pictures & Human Rights Denied"

I took this a while back and giggle every time I see it, I am not sure why I find it so funny… it just seems like the most ridiculous sign.

I wonder if Jesus is laughing at the human rights being denied and someone managed to capture this momentary lapse in his good nature on camera?

Or perhaps you can only see the pictures if you are willing to give up a right or two?

James shows off his collection of wolf related art

I forgot that I had taken this photo of James and his “Three Wolf Moon” t-shirt standing next to one of his man wolf based art works.

He was not holding his Chump lighter but I think it was most likely in his pocket.

For full Three Wold Moon joy see reviews on Amazon.

Last night I enjoyed a great catch-up-curry with Australia’s Si P along with Fran, Mike and Sarah. It was great to see Si (one of my 2 best men, both of whom has since left Scotland for Oz… conicidence? Or was the best man to Robin experience the last straw?) after so long in Australia and he was full of tails from the colonies.

He is clearly enjoying his care free existance in Brisbane, althouh that may change when he is forced to get an actual job.

The venue was Mother India on Infirmary st which I thoroughly recommend. They go for the tapas approach which let’s you taste loads for different things even if it slighly threw us when we first looked at the menu, service was extremely slick although a little more joie de vive would not go amiss.

We returned to our flat for a whiskey and a bit of Dizzee Rascal… genius – the Aswad singer was a particularly good spot by Si. I remembered to switch on the Skype just in time to see Mike “Howie does it” Howie (my personal blog commenter) logging out, shame as it would have been good to have some Paterson/Howie drunken chat. So Mike will never know that he was so close to being shouted at by a couple of tipsy louts across the interweb… unless he reads this of course, which I will know when he comments… unless out of spite because I have said he will comment he now does not comment.

So, Mike if you do not comment on this blog post you are a spiteful man.

I had to rapidly chuck some stuff in a bag for heading out to Corsica today with Colin to catch up with Gerome for our Tribalogic away week! Gerome has kindly invited us to work from his parents house for a week which should be fab.

One of things I forgot to mention in the podcast but did cross my mind this week was my best ever dream: my “Turkey-Chicken-Turkey-Chicken” dream.

I dreamt that my wife was a top class live Turkey Chicken stacker. The basic contest involved the stacking of live turkeys and chickens (you had to alternate), with the help of a see through glass/plastic “starter cylinder”. Sarah seemed to be really good as there were a lot of people watching and I had a feeling of pride and a nervous feeling that she do her best.

Mike "Howie Does It!" Howie

After weeks of talking about doing a podcast/movie/poem/novel together, Mike and I ran a test run of a trans-european Madrid-Edinburgh podcast… although it was really just a conversation over Skype that I recorded.

We were shit.  There is no doubt that it was not interesting podcast material, and for that reason it will never be released for public consumption – but at least we got past the first hurdle of actually agreeing to a time and attempting to record it. A little more preparation next time might make us talk about interesting and funny things instead of rubbish things.

Personally, I blame Mike.

On top of us being really unentertaining, the sound quality was not really up to being broadcast, Mike’s Madrid bar location was a little noisy and his internet connection was not really up to the job – so the technical problems were really Mike’s fault too.

I am glad that I this is my blog, ‘cos it means I can blame all the problems on Mike.

It was nice catching up with him and hearing that he is getting on great in Madrid, sounds like a great place to live for a short while and I am sure that soon he will be a fully fluent Spanish speaker.

It would be good to have regular Wednesday podcast slot, hopefully we will manage to sort that out.