Game of Thrones
There’s a guy who plays guitar in an underpass in Motherwell pretty much every day. He doesn’t really play much songs, mostly he just mumbles the chorus to Bitter Sweet Symphony and tries to engage everyone who passes by in some chat. He’s harmless really.
So, apparently the other night my Mum was parking her car and he approached her and said “Excuse me, I was just wondering if maybe one day soon me and you could go a wee run up The Highlands!”. Brilliance. Sadly my mum politely declined his request, but it’s good to see she’s still a catch at the grand old age of 53.
Who knows, maybe one day soon I’ll return home to find the busker from outside Wetherspoon’s is my new Dad. You just never know.
Had a bit of a moment earlier and bought myself two Goo Goo Dolls tickets for October. Nae shame, I absolutely love Goo Goo Dolls. God knows who I’ll talk into coming with me, but I’ve no doubt I’ll find someone.
Oh, and because it’s been a while since I had a good moan: It’s warm, I gained the most ridiculous V-neck tan today, and I’ve not got any snacks. Life is tough.