Meta man THE pretentious keep on pretentioning in Glasgow’s west end. Brian Miller was visiting a bar in that neck of the woods, and overheard two young boulevardiers chatting. One of the chaps, who sported a natty and oh-so-ironic moustache, said to his chum: “You see, I’m a philosopher, and I can’t help getting meta sometimes.
” His pal, who was perhaps not quite as sophisticated as his comrade, replied while hardly glancing up from his beer: “Aye, sure. Meta away. Knock yersel out.
” King and I THE undisputed sovereign of the animal kingdom is the mighty lion, who always looks unbearably smug when you see David Attenborough documentaries about him swaggering around the African veldt, on the lookout for fast food. (Such as antelope, which, unfortunately, isn’t usually fast enough to scarper.) Tom Johnston recalls visiting a zoo with friends, and they came upon the lion enclosure.
“Looks ferocious, doesn’t he?” said a lady in the group. “Imagine him in bedroom slippers,” replied her husband. “Not so ferocious now, eh?” Sounds suspicious A MUSICAL interlude.
Roberta Heenan was strolling along Sauchiehall Steet when she noticed a chap playing the accordion. He was standing next to a loudspeaker blaring out background music , which he accompanied in a remarkably professional manner. Roberta was impressed, and was rummaging in her purse for spare change to give the talented fellow when he stopped for a break.
Meanwhile, the accordion music played on, .