Tearing Off Tights With My Teeth

Tearing Off Tights With My Teeth
Image: Khali Darasu

I haven’t slept well for the past three nights. In fact, I’ve hardly slept at all. When I do finally get to sleep, I feel it’s been such a struggle to get there that when I wake up after what seems like minutes to get ready for the day job, I’m increasingly frustrated at only being able to get a couple of hours. Four has been my best so far and that was last night.

I tried to knacker myself out last night by jumping into some furious DIY work in the house. Painting ceilings is a bit of a sweaty job, but in the end, it didn’t help. I was still lying awake at 2am.

It’s probably just as well a couple of the events I was due to attend this week were either postponed or cancelled. Hopefully I can get myself back round onto an even keel by Friday for the John Cooper Clarke gig. Or maybe that’s exactly what I need, who knows.

Sunday night was a blast, though. I met up with my mates in the Griffin Bar through in Glasgow and we sank several pints over a mini-barny. We also had a meal courtesy of one of the few restaurants we could find open on a Sunday night—Di Maggio’s—before visiting more pubs.

I’ve never seen Glasgow so empty on a Sunday night. In my day Sunday’s were usually almost as busy as a Friday or Saturday, but most of the pubs and restaurants were shut. It was like a ghost town, with us having to seek out places to get a beer.

We’d been supposed to go and see Freddie Starr performing at the Armadillo as part of his big “Come Back Tour”, but last week the gig was re-ticketed from a 3,000 theatre to a 600 suite over the road. Then at the weekend, another letter arrived to say it had been put off until April 2012.

No show from us as I’m sending the tickets back for a refund. I doubt very much if it will ever go ahead now, but hey-ho, you win some you lose some and didn’t dampen our night. I wonder if his reported £250k appearance for I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here… had anything to do with it…?

Unfortunately, that night was the first of my crappy sleep nights, and it’s remained that way ever since.

I’ve dropped the ball since the weekend, too. Or rather, I put it down so I could meet my mates and haven’t been able to pick it up again.

I did, however, do the recordings for the media section on my new poetry website. I shall of course be unveiling all of this very shortly, but first I have to make a couple of short videos and then revise the chapbooks with the new pen name.

I’m hoping to have it all complete by the weekend some time.

That’s all from me today. I’m going to try and prise my eyes open with hot coffee now.

If you’re wondering what the blog post title, ‘Tearing off tights with my teeth’ is all about, it’s a line from the song Insomnia by Faithless. I didn’t want this to be just another “can’t sleep” blog post.

Peace and out!

About Colin Galbraith

Keen runner, thriller author, Madness fan, Mets fan, St Mirren fan/owner, rabbit tamer, outstanding fake faller. Loves cannolis & espressos. #LFGM
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4 Responses to Tearing Off Tights With My Teeth

  1. I had to read this post the minute I saw the title – one of my all time favourite tunes, that line being instantly recognisable – I wish I’d written it! You lucky man getting to see John Cooper Clarke too. As for the sleep, give your right ear a little twist at bedtime – switches the brain off for a bit 😉

  2. Brenda says:

    Try some Melatonin. Not sleeping sucks so I hope you get over it soon.

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