Right, well we’re a couple of months in since I hand-picked my team of professional football players for the BBC Fantasy Football thingy on this thing we call the internet, and I am now quite definitely bottom of the Pie-miership.
I asked previously if my team was rubbish. I now know the answer: yes. But as I said before, I know absolutely nothing about football and chose my players because they were the only nine I recognised the names of, and the other two were the same name as a band I like (Primus) and my mate Danny’s surname (Curtis).
An amazing gig at Glasgow Barrowlands. Lemmy is legendary. He nonchalantly wandered onto stage and announced, rather matter-of-factly, “We are Motörhead. We play rock’n’roll!”
And they did, loudly. Very loudly indeed, so much so that my ears were still ringing two days later. Even though I was wearing earplugs.
I met up with Joinee Mhairi Mair, another metalhead from the Scottish Collective, and the two of us stood in the middle of the hall and watched in wonder as Lemmy, Phil Campbell and Mickey Dee tore into song after legendary song . Lemmy is a genius of rock god proportions. And even when they messed up a song they had resurrected from their back-catalogue (Love Me Like A Reptile?) it didn’t matter, because they were having fun and we were having fun.
A top gig, from a very class band. (It is worth mentioning too that The Wildhearts were supporting, and while I’ve never really rated Ginger’s studio offerings they were quite phenominal live. New found respect for the Geordie and his chums.