Nae Time to Blog

Instead, I’ll just put photos up for a bit…

Leaving Las Leith!

Not forever, but for festive furor.

Leith will be WithoutWood for a week as I’ll be heading to the motherland.

Should any event be blog worthy, you’ll be the first to know about it.

Merry Christmas from all at WithWood.

These Shoes Were Made For Walking

There comes a time in every man’s life when his shoes let him down. This occurred a number of months ago, I have done a lot of walking recently for this blog investigating every street looking for blog worthy events.

My main problem is the girth of my foot, they are long enough, but not in proportion. This results in broken edges, I go through a pair of converse every six months. I could go for longer shoes, but what would I do with the spare room at the front?

The cold winter air blows right in and cold feet take my attention away from my sandwich. I know some people have it bad out there, but try a day in my shoes, you’ll feel blessed when you return to shoes with only one hole.

I did attempt to buy new shoes of a similar style, laceless (it saves five minutes each and every day), but this resulted in more problems.

I selected a pair and demanded some the same size as each of my feet. When the shoe man returned he came with two pairs.

“We don’t have your size, so I brought two pairs that aren’t your size”

Good stuff, I slipped on the smaller pair first and declared that they were far too small.

“They’ll get bigger though”

They may get a little bigger, but if they were my size they would be instantly big enough. I was not prepared to go through such an ordeal.

The bigger paid were far too big, this was no surprise, bigger things are always bigger.

The shoe man then attempted to hard sell me the smaller shoes, what a fool, I will return one day in the hope that they have my size. Then I can walk the streets without the fear of anything entering my shoes without my permission.

Next week….. The story of the new socks.

World’s Worst Alarm Clock

Leith Walk is currently being torn apart to make way for trams. It was bad enough when my bus stop kept moving (which made me late on a daily basis) but for my room to start moving at 7:30 AM is just ridiculous!

My alarm is usually music with just the right amount of get-up-and-go, something motivational, uplifting and empowering, something like Mcfly.

This week before my computer had the chance to wake me, my bedroom window had started to vibrate and things on my desk had danced off the edge. My music came on shortly after, but I couldn’t hear it due some major constructional warfare outside.

This was the monster than ruined my day.

I remember reading some graffiti on Leith walk stating that ‘trams were a rubish idea’ not the best argument against trams that I had read but I agreed with it for at least three hours that morning.

All is well now though, at least my section of the road is complete, I can get back to waking up to the Prodigy and Daft Punk.  I just hope I can find my next temporary bus stop.

A Journey to the West

The weekend was literally quite good.

1. Burger King

No journey could start or end without one, luckily we were able to get money off just by asking if we could. I suggest trying it, things are always cheaper when you pay less for them.

As well as avoiding a full price meal, we were also able to avoid a swarm of hungry queuers.

2. Train

Not much to tell really, just an essential part of the journey. Sadly our luck had run out, the train had somehow run out of seats, which lead to a squat and a difficult burger.

3. Glasgow

40 minutes later and we were there, just a shame we didn’t know where to go next. Thank god for taxis, which got us to the SECC and showed us the sights on the way.

4. Arcade Fire

A band I had heard a little of, but wasn’t too bothered about seeing. My opinion soon changed once the guy in front of me tried to do everything in his power get in between my eyes and the band. He also had a remarkable ability to dance to silence and stand on people’s feet. It’s times like this that you wish smoking wasn’t band, people really tend to stink.

The band themselves were brilliant, I was a little worried at first, everything was a little bit too mellow and relaxed. They soon got the crowd going though by performing certain activities such as: drumming on motorcycle helmets on top of blue tubes of light, throwing drums in the air, running up and down the stage whilst playing a guitar, using megaphones as opposed to microphones and drumming on the speakers when drums had all been thrown elsewhere.

In conclusion, really worth it, a really great performance.

Although getting back was hell.

4½ Wood