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hah!
funny this one. Good ole Mike Angus, my ex-colleague from Strathclyde University, heads up the first year in the architecture school o'er there. He's doing a grand job. Bit trainspottery of course, usual obsession with Corb and moh deh niz mmm but getting results all the same. Results means students actually deciding to stay on for second year, in what is a wearyingly long course with a shite pay reward at the end of it.
So, as well as shit pay for practising architects, the cads who teach the stuff get shit cash as well.
onyways: was at the degree show a couple of weeks back and met him doon (darn) the pub and got chatting and he was like yknow man, what you gonna do with your life boy - and I was like, well, you know me man, I like comics (haters: fuck off, I'm glad to be an amateur). He said,
you know sfunny you should say that cos years ago, like teen time or early twenties, I was in a band and one of the guys in the band had a pyschic aunty and she said she'd had a premonition that we'd become millionaires.
Ha ha Mike, look at you bhoy, yer top of the first year crew but yer hardly rollin in it, like a dirty greedy pig, ya daft cunt
no, no, no , no; but the guy with the pyschic aunty went on to write comics. He'd do the all the band artwork and he wrote some cool songs. There was one amazing song he wrote. And his girlfriend would always turn up. I remember she had these big eyes. She was cute. He's called grant morrison and he's a millionaire. Do you know him?
oi, yeesan!, oi phil! oi sinky! oi eddie! oi carson! oi oi oi!!!!
lissen to this guys, lissen to mike angus! for the fist time in your lives, lissen to this man!
Mike, tell these cunts what you just told me! |
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