» Protest!

Housebreaking for the homeless
QOTW has brightened my Fridays for a year or two now, but this is the first time I've posted (edit. I forgot I posted once about 4 years ago, my I'm prolific!). I've been to a fair few protests in my time, although generally of the march from A to B, shout a bit and then go home variety. It's never been a major part of my life, but feel it's the least I can do.

My grandparents on the other hand...

They lived a life of political commitment, standing outside the South African consulate every week for the best part of the 80's for Anti-Apartheid for example. My grampa, now in his 90's, recently told me about some of his antics just after the second world war. A friend of his had just arrived back in Glasgow after fighting the Germans, and was appalled to see the homelessness in the city - massive slums compounded by the actions of the Luftwaffe and little rebuilding meant people were sleeping in derelict buildings for shelter. And just think, there were so many empty houses and flats in posh North Kelviside. They agreed to act. My granny and her pal pushed their prams round the West End, looking for empty properties. Duly noted, my grampa and his pals would break in, change the locks and re-house homeless families. This developed into the post-war Glasgow squatters movement. Maybe the folk would get moved on eventually, but it created pressure on the city to improve housing, and provided a little respite in the meantime.

Granny, I miss you so much. Grampa, you're still my hero.
(Fri 12th Nov 2010, 18:03, More)

» Performance

Some tasks are better done without an audience.
One fine summer, myself and a host of friends took off up to Glen Etive for a long weekends worth of camping. If you've never been, go, it's beautifull. Well, we parked up the cars, and hiked down a trail for a while, pitched tents and ran around like loons on mushrooms. I guess part of the attraction was the isolation and lack of facilities, so needless to say there was no toilet. Eventually, after a few days, the need became too great and I had to go curl one out. I walked down the lochside a bit, taking care to put a massive boulder between myself and camp, for privacy. Just as I passed the point of no return, with my kecks round my ankles, I heard the putputputputput sound of the Loch Etive tour boat coming round into view. It was a lovely sunny day, the deck was full of tourists with cameras and binoculars.

So yes, I have done a shite in front of a large audience of men, women and children. A proud moment.
(Wed 24th Aug 2011, 15:00, More)

» Worst Nicknames Ever

Bonus Bag
In the far north of Scotland there is a village called Brora where nicknames are pretty much the only entertainment. Well, apart from drinking, sex and fighting of course. Anyway, there's a guy that lives there called "Bonus Bag" so called because he is the village pervert - was caught in the public toilet with 3 young boys saying "right lads, get yer cocks out and show them to me, then the one with the biggest gets the bonus bag of sweeties!".
(Tue 23rd May 2006, 19:32, More)