Tag: Blenheim

the Honey Monster towered above me

Lockdown Day 22: Monday 13th April, 2020 Planet Earth tae Trick. Anyboady in therr?”   The HoneyMonster towered above me, six feet six inches of tattoos, sinew, muscle, scar tissue and metal plates. A cross between Barry Sheene, Ossie Osborne and Charles Atlas, limbs mangled through high-speed tarmac-surfing bolted back together at multiple break points. […]

the Blenheim was the dog’s mangy bollocks

Lockdown Day 21: Sunday 12th April, 2020 The basement bar in the Blenheim was the dog’s mangy bollocks. Central to Glasgow, a mindgame warzone on the marches of Sauchiehall Street, it rocked my world. Friday and Saturday nights it was full of the hippest, coolest, baddest, maddest longhairs in the West of Scotland. Weeknights were […]