This is as good a time as any to point out that I’ll be in glasgow at some point between Christmas and Hogmanay for a pint.

Chinaski’s is that place next to Cafe India at Charing Cross, right?

that’s the one. looks like it’s trying too hard to me, but everyone assures me it’s grate.

Considering this was MY IDEA (sort of), I am saddened I didn’t get to choose the pub. Though NOT MONO is a start :-)

Does this place do food?

until 9pm, apparently.

Excellent. See you then!

(is anyone in Glasgow going to Arab Strap tomorrow? Pre-gig pint, anyone?)

Does Chinaski’s do sweet and sour blinis? /worst joke evah

I’m pro-fap, but won’t be at AS. I’ll be getting my hair corrected instead.

why, what’s it done?

It’s what my hairdresser has done that matters. He cut one side shorter than the other when it was meant to be a perfectly even bob. I’ve had to wear it tucked behind my ears for the last month, so I finally found the guts to complain on Saturday. And he will fix it tomorrow.

o! well, i thought it looked nice, anyway.

maybe your hairdresser is a big human league fan.

Arab Strap were great. I am shite at pool. Onimo has some mirrorball photos. My hair is shite too, but I cannot blame a hairdresser, it’s just a quirk of nature.

(I’ve just got Madchen’s Chinaski’s joke. She’s right, it was the worst joke ever)

We saw a guy with REALLY squint hair tonight at Arab Strap. He had it so plastered onto the side of his head, Onimo thought it was a beard.

I am working until 8pm on Thursday, and have to catch the ATP coach from Central Square by 2.30AM that night—what time does Chinaski’s shut?

Probably midnight, I would imagine. Central Square = George Square, yes? If you walk down Sauchiehall Street on any given midweek night, you will get free flyers into any number of clubs where you can hang around for a couple of hours after the pubs shut, but that might be a bit tricky with a big bag full of stuff.

i might be going to a gig at the brunswick hotel later. i might not, though. i’m not sure.

Or you could go to Dunkin’ Donuts.

GF: They can’t milk the last-ever thing much more, surely

Isn’t Central Square the bit with the taxis outside Central Station?

Or is it?

I’ve never heard of Central Square. Maybe it’s new!

no i do mean George Square (“outside the old post office building”, apparently)

What an extremely handy way to describe it!

Bus picks you up outside site of old city bakeries shop on Sauchiehall street, just up from the Apollo and down the road from where I used to live before it was demolished to build the motorway in the ’60s.

Keef, if you mean the Dunkin Donuts on the corner of Argyle Street and Union Street, that’s not there anymore, it’s been replaced by the wuvverly Italmania.

Old post office building = south side of George Square. Any fule (who hasn’t just moved to Glasgow) knows that.

That’s sad. What will anyone who misses the train back do. Actually, I had subconsciously noticed that it wasn’t there any more. I dunno if anyone ever did it, but it was generally legendary in Edinburgh, the idea of spending the entire night eating doughnuts because you’d missed the last train back from a concert.

As regards the post office, I think that’s my point, in a kind of roundabout way.

I thought I might actually turn up on Thursday to your “fap”, but it’s a work do tomorrow, which will probably be a little messy, so it might not be possible. Some other time.

Simon... Saw Chris on Saturday night and was discussing coming over when he comes over in a couple of weeks... Hopefully, you will think that this idea will ROCK!

keith: didn’t you and ath 0 le do that very donut-eating thing? or was it only ever mooted as an idea?

i went off dunkin’ donuts after walking past it at 3am one day and noticing a massive pool of blood outside the door. “maybe it’s jam,” i thought, hopefully.

anyway: you mean when chris comes through on the 14th? that would FUCKING rock, yes.

the wuvverly Italmania

mrs fiendish introduced me to this place a while ago; it is indeed ace. we actually went in there sober, for lunch, on saturday and got kudos from the waitress for ordering cinammon and hazelnut lattes and an italian-style burger [1] (“everyone’s normally so boring”, she said. yay me and my uber-cosmopolitan, umm, coffee-and-burger-drinking ways.)

[1] focaccia bun and mozarella cheese. so about as italian as i am, then. bella bella!

Oh no, we never went there. In the depths of my brain, I think Andy Williams might have. Maybe he can confirm.

Yes, the 14th... I suspect it will FUCKING ROCK.

I once attempted a night of train missing doughnut munching. It wasn’t much fun as the place was full of scary aggresive drunken cunts and after an hour or so me and my mate decided it was safer to walk the streets.

When a dunkin’ donuts has bouncers on the door you know something’s gone wrong.

I fell out with Italmania after they took their nummy arrabiata off the menu.

You should try the spicy chicken thingie they have instead—I had it one night and it took about eight pints of Guinness to quell the stinging in my mouth (well, that’s my excuse). Seriously, I had tears running down my face and I lost all use of my tastebuds for about three hours.

(that is actually a recommendation, believe it or not)

maybe it’s jam! Haha.

it was generally legendary in Edinburgh, the idea of spending the entire night eating doughnuts because you’d missed the last train back from a concert.

I certify this as true.

Yeah, well, having recently missed the last bus back from Edinburgh after a gig, you posh buggers really need to get one Dunkin Donuts too. Teviot till 4 am then a nasty overpriced backpackers hostel (vs sitting drunk in the pishing rain) is no substitute, let me tell you.

Teviot ‘til 4 followed by the Penny Black would be a better idea. There are pubs open 23/7 here.

Or you could’ve just given me a shout! Calum did!

Yeah, but I’d been drinking for, erm, 14 hours by that point. We got about four hours sleep which cost us £30 (which was a FUCKING BARGAIN since I would probably gladly have paid £100000000000000 to get a kip in an actual real bed by that point), bus back to Glasgow, went back to pub, started again for another 12 hours.

(xpost, yeah, I bet going up to a random stranger in the pub and asking “do you know KeefW” would have found us you as well!)

Also this was at Belle and Sebastian so weren’t you off in some glamorous exotic location somewhere (i.e. not Edinburgh?)

Oh yeah, right you are... In France.

even better: you could have kipped in KEITH’S BED.

The more I think abt it, the more I think it will be ‘sensible’ for me to go home and rest before enduring this all-night bus flight :-(

i am going to go to this gig tonight, tho’, which I think other ILXors might enjoy too:

VOLCANIC TONGUE PRESENTS:

JOSEPHINE FOSTER + ZAIMPH (MARCIA BASSETT OF HOTOTOGISU/DOUBLE LEOPARDS/GHQ) + TIGHT MEAT DUO (DAVID KEENAN: SAX ALEX NEILSON: DRUMS)

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 6, 2006, 8PM, 5pounds

Glasgow, Downstairs at The Captain’s Rest, Great Western Road

I will be there.

Cor!

or similar

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had fun, dressed well

Cozen—I’ll bring your lead.

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uh haha wee bit drunk.

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DUDE. thanks.

You’re drinking before breakfast now?

is that wrong?

fuck. wish i hadn’t been drinking before breakfast (ie last night). bring on the hair of the dog.

are we having food at this place?

I am having food at home in approximately five minutes, then setting out on the arduous journey to the most stupidly-located pub in the universe. I’ll probably be there at the back of 8.

optimo, boxing day

The hand-dryers in Chinaski’s are the dog’s bollocks, they really are.

For Grimly.

www.exceldryer.com really needs some action shots.

(also gimp horse)

btw, mild derail, Madchen when are you going home for Xmas?

It depends on when the fog lifts and how much backlog BA has to clear. Meant to be taking off 7.30pm-ish on Saturday.

I could be in yr hood drinking yr beer on Saturday before the football if you have time for a very quick pint?

Depends on if I have to drive home, but in theory it sounds good!

(will seriously only be for about half an hour, depending when Onimo comes to pick me up and what the traffic’s like, but I’ll give you a ring)