When i had moved back to Glasgow
after living fro 2 years in Derby, i tuned in my radio to the extraordinary force of nature that was Scottie McClue. Basically a shock jock for the west of scotland, and that, is a pretty hardcore prospect. He would goad the the listeners into phoning in, and they did, so much so that the phone lines actually nearly went into meltdown. /fact

It became addiction for me, hours and hours of idiotic arguments and slagging matches, all overseen by Scotty and his caustic sarcasm. After a few months it did all get a bit samey...but coming from the East Midlands and its vanilla existence it was a total shot in the arm to hear that good old scottish bile and venom again.

"yer talking shite Scotty, yer a nugget"

so on and so forth
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 16:59, Reply)