Intimidation

Is it really that long since I last posted? I must have something profound to say -but, sadly, no. The reason for this post is just pure, naked fear.

Out of the blue, a comment from Steve "Degsy" Degnan has got me in a panic. It may seem to you like a simple rejoinder to start blogging, but Degsy is a bonafide, pure-dead-brilliant, Glesga hard man. From The Gorbals. You just don't mess. If Degsy says "jump", you say "how high?".

What's that? Is he a big lad? Weeeelll.... a strapping 5'7" and, admittedly, he would finish a distant second to my garden rake in a two entrant Mr Universe contest. But he's from Glesga, dead hard and all that.

Well, ok - he does have a penchant for cous cous and humous, but that doesn't mean he isn't a cold-eyed killer. And, yes, if you're being pedantic, you're average Glesga hard man doesn't bring his salad-laden lunch to work in a hessian carry bag. Still, he's from The Gorbals.... you don't cross him unless you want to take a boat trip down the Clyde while he measures you up for a pair of concrete wellies.

So - Steve. Degsy. Please note that I have posted, and spare me from your broken-bottled wrath.

Oh, and pass the humous, there's a good chap......