Whilst out for an meal some time ago (Alex’s birthday I think) someone came up with a cracking idea for a website which I wrote down with the intention of stealing it later and claiming that it was mine.
The idea is an eCard site for birthdays that has a Flash animation based on Glen Michael’s cartoon cavalcade. The site would be a hit because it would allow people who’s elaborately constructed home-made birthday cards never made it onto the TV screen. It would fill a gap in your childhood memories.
It would have a little animation of Glen and Palladin reading out your name, wishing you a happy birthday and holding up an elaborate home-made birthday card. He might even dedicate a cartoon to you because it’s your birthday.
The only problem is that Glen Michael’s fame seems to be restricted entirely to Central Scotland and the vast majority of visitors wouldn’t get it. Also, there is a complete lack of images or sound clips of Glen Michael on the internet. I’m beginning to suspect, in fact, that I made him up in my head.
Continuing though with the theme of ‘famous people I’ve kinda met’, he did once drive past me in a mini cooper. He gave a cheery wave to my family as we walked past. The reaction went something like,
“Was that Glen Michael?”
“Yeah.”
“Why did he wave at us?”
“I’m not sure. Do you know him?”
“No.”
January 12th, 2004
What is it about bunches of people on a night out? If there’s a bunch of people and they’re on a night out, and at least one of them is gay then you’ll end up in a gay club.
It might just be me, (It probably is) but my theory is that there could be a crowd of people a hundred strong and only one of them is gay and you’ll end up going to a gay club.
This of course ignores the logistical problems of fitting your group into the club and persuading them not to split up. And you’d probably have to find a club with easy-going bouncers.
Come to think of it, it’s a theory that works well until it’s written down or told to someone.
Anyway, our paltry group of five didn’t stand a statistical chance so a night out in Glasgow’s Polo Lounge was the order of the day. It’s a good club actually and being married means I was never going to pull no matter where we went so the club didn’t matter.
The only problem I find is that the number of women snogging each other is much lower than you’d hope it would be.
Oh and we got to mingle with the stars. Who did we find but the next Richard and Judy, i.e. Justin and Colin from the BBCs Million Pound Property Experiment. Very friendly and chatty they were too and seemed to be enjoying the huge amounts of attention that their new fame had brought them.
Actually, I’ve just remembered the time I was in the Polo lounge snogging the missus and being chucked out after a fight started by being told that such straight behaviour was ‘disgusting’ and ’shouldn’t be allowed’ (By a drunkard, not by staff). That annoyed me that.
Dang - another upbeat post dies a death at the hands of a downbeat footnote.
Update: Anyone know why Movable type shows the last two entries, despite being set up to show the last seven?
January 12th, 2004
