And when the sun begins to shine

Some while ago, my mum told me about a game of "spot the St Johnstone mug" on Taggart. The actor Colin McCredie, who plays Stuart Fraser, is a Saints fan in real life, and attempts to get a St Johnstone mug in shot during each episode. Last time I watched it, I forgot to look. But I was watching it with my parents on Tuesday night, and we all spotted it!

Anything that spreads the word.

She's the puzzle piece behind the couch that makes the sky complete

I've just started a new jigsaw. I bought it because I really like the picture. But it's really hard. Jigsaws take me long enough anyway - I have a strange approach. But I have a feeling this going to take me even longer than normal...

Where is all you angels now the figureheads have fell

This article in the NME made me chuckle. Music is full of preposterous lyrics, none of which I can actually bring to mind at the moment (but watch this space). I'm quite a fan of the ungrammatical (see the title of this posting).

Of course one person's stupid lyric is another person's pearl of wisdom. And if you like the artist anyway, you are much more likely to hold the latter view. I remember having heated discussions about lots of Lemonheads lyrics, and whether they were nonsense or not (I think not, but then I probably would. And in any case, I've never been in the "lyrics as poetry camp". It's about whether or not it touches you in some way).

However, there are some rubbish ones. Fist of pure emotion, anyone?

I don't like Mondays

Tell you why?

Well, I preordered the Glasvegas album. Last time I preordered something, it arrived through my letter box on the day of release. This time it dispatched on the day of release. So, I won't get it until tomorrow.

Serves me right for being lazy I suppose. I could have just gone to an actual physical shop and bought it there.