Tag Archives: Scotland

After 28 years of hurt, a part of my soul is finally at peace.

Posted on 28/11/2025 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

So, Tuesday 18th November 2025. A Baltic night in Glasgow. Air so cold it was heavy. Freezing rain felt imminent, and, oh yeah, only the small matter of Scotland versus Denmark at Hampden with a guaranteed place at next summer’s … Continue reading →

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Dave the Diver makes fishing seem appealing, but it’s no replacement for the real thing

Posted on 30/07/2023 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

My old man loved to go fishing. I never saw the appeal. Even during the winter months, which in Scotland is a period of early November to late March, often longer, he’d be knee deep in water, for hours, sometimes, … Continue reading →

Posted in Odds & Ends | Tagged Bancho, Blobfish, Dad, Dave The Diver, Elden Ring, Fishing, Fred and Rose West, Frilled Shark, Gaming, Gordon Ramsay, Greenpeace, Greta Thunberg, Karl Pilkington, Kitchen Nightmares, Matrix, Morpheus, Mortal Kombat finishing style, Mum, Narwal, Otis Ferry, Scotland, Sifu, Steam, Vegans, Yakuza 0 | Leave a comment

Hey, SNP, do your job

Posted on 31/01/2023 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

Solitude defined by internet use is a blight on our mental stability. Having succumbed, I know that only introspection and self-control can recover a stable equilibrium. Speaking of which, the SNP need an intervention. They have forgotten that their purpose, … Continue reading →

Posted in Politics | Tagged 4Chan, A Serbian Film, Brexit, Corbynistic, Furries, Gender Recognition Reform bill, Godot is a tardy cunt, Greens are on greenies, Hentai porn, Independence, Jame Gumb, Jimmy Saville, Nicola Sturgeon, Orwellian, Politics, Scotland, Scots, Self-ID, The SNP, Tories, Uwe Boll, Was made to study Samuel Beckett at school and I hated it, Westminster | Leave a comment

Trans-rights – is what’s fair, what’s right?

Posted on 28/02/2022 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

When it comes to current events the immediate attention of most lies elsewhere. Dwelling on it all too long, that we have the most craven self-interested government imaginable in charge for this situation, one that’s courted and grasped Russian wealth … Continue reading →

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Pest

Posted on 31/08/2021 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

Speculating why and when he started to behave this way was a regular occurrence in many sitting rooms during evenings when mediocre television made tawdry topics of conversation a necessity. One hypothesis was a microscopic brain tumour in the pituitary … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction | Tagged 10kg of illegal product in a carrier bag, Abdul’s, Casualty, Champagne Socialists, Community Council, Diets, ER, Fiction, Flip phones in 2021, Hair transplant, Hard hat head-butt, House, Jaggery, Matriarch, Mediocre television, Paranoia, Pest, Pituitary gland, Porcine profile, Range Rover, Salmon, Scotland, Shooting squirrels on a golf course, Sleeping policemen, Suburban cuntery, Supersized emperor penguin, Tablet, Tittle-tattle, Turkey, Union city man | Leave a comment