DATE SCOTTISH MEN!

Evidently this blog is the number one return when people google, "date Scottish men".

I'm not sure which is stranger: the fact that people are looking to specifically date men by nationality or that they're taking to the internet to find dating advice when it comes to Scottish men.

Do you want to know what it's like to date Scottish men? I'll tell you: it's like dating any other kind of Western dude! Except that some Scottish dudes are obsessed with soccer and have weird accents.

In pop culture, Scottish men are often portrayed as kilt-wearing, haggis-eating, rugged and tough penny-pinching drunks. Alas, dear readers, most of these are not true. Scottish men usually only wear kilts to weddings and formal functions and they eat haggis about once a year. Whether or not they're "rugged" and "tough" is objective. As well, I'm not sure what being "rugged" and "tough" entails (hairy beards and street fighting?) but what I think women really mean by "rugged" and "tough" is actually confidence.

What I can confirm, after living in Glasgow for almost three years and dating a weegie for almost two, is that a lot of Glaswegian men:

(a) like to drink

(b) are temperamental (even more so than me)

(c) obsessed with football (so much so that their team losing a match can ruin their day)

(d) have hot accents (even after two years, I sometimes am at a loss as to what my boyfriend is saying)

(e) create a facade of confidence (although some may well be genuinely confident, which kinda makes them a wanker)

Obviously the above list does not apply to all Glaswegian men and certainly not Scottish men in general. I think the West of Scotland is unique onto itself and the "macho" stereotype of it is still pervasive to this day unfortunately.

So, if the above list appeals to you, by all means I suggest dating a nice working class weegie - but just remember to never ever dare schedule something on an old firm day.

Merry Christmas, Mom!

So jealous!

Crossing Continents: Islam and Canada

Bill Law returns to his homeland of Canada, to the most ethnically diverse city, Toronto, to investigate how real the threats of Islamic extremism is.

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Photo from ardenstreet

You know when I really miss Canada and get homesick? The time leading up to Christmas.

I love nothing more than a white Christmas and the reassuring smell of a huge Christmas tree. I miss the big chunky snowflakes; eggnog; people getting snow tires put on their cars; skating in Nathan Phillips Square; and sadly, those Canadian Tire Christmas commercials.

It's quite strange to wake up in the West end of Glasgow one morning, and go to bed in a new flat on the South side but here we are; officially in our new digs in Shawlands.

I love the new flat but to be honest, it still doesn't feel like "mine". I love the enormous minimal kitchen, which overlooks a back yard and downtown Glasgow. I love the photographs which came with the place (pictures from all over the world - from Cambodia to Toronto to new Zealand). I'm looking forward to exploring the new area and have already found an awesome cafe which serves excellent coffee (like I said before, finding decent coffee in this city is tough).

Part of me misses the familiarity of the west end: going to my favourite restaurants, running around the park, seeing members of Franz Ferdinand and Billy Boyd. I'm sure I will grow to love Shawlands.

For all you Torontonians out there: in a way, Shawlands feels like the new West Queen West; where the West end of Glasgow was once hip and affordable, it's now expensive and overrun with out-of-towners out for a night on the tiles. Shawlands is more affordable and seems more "bohemian" (i.e. polite way of saying scruffy round the edges)!

Anyway, after this last move (my 4th!) my new mantra is, the next place I live in, "I am buying it and dying in it"; I hate moving!

If you live outside the UK, you've probably never heard of Boyzone - I know I hadn't until I moved over here. Apparently, they were a huge boy band in the 1990s from Ireland and recently regrouped. Check out their first TV appearance - one of the funniest things I've seen in a while.

It should be noted that the dude in the brown vest, Stephen, came out as being gay. After watching him dance, it is clearly evident that he's an experienced circuit queen.



Also, since it's that time of year, check out the Irn Bru Christmas commercial - their take on the Snowman:

WEEKEND IN PICTURES

One of the many things I love about living in Scotland - specifically Glasgow - is that not only do I live in one of the most exciting and trendiest cities in the world, but I'm also only twenty minutes away from gorgeous scenery and wilderness.

There wasn't a cloud in the sky on Saturday, so after breakfast Paul offered to show me some of his glorious homeland. We decided to head towards the Campsies, to one of Paul's Grandfathers most treasured walks: the walk up Dumgoyne. Before we headed out for the day, we weren't really certain as to where and what we were going to do and as such, weren't really prepared for a hike. However, once we set off, it was just too gorgeous out to not partake in a little hill walking. Besides, what's a little mud, sweat and tears in wool coats and jeans for us hard weegies?

Paul, hard weegie that he is, loves the smell of burning peat in the morning.

Me, struggling up the hill, in my jeans and trainers.

Highland cows!

Can you see the snowy munros in the background?

So the creepy bastard managed to stay in office for a little while longer. I am so disappointed in the Governor-General and her decision to allow Harper to suspend parliament.

Hopefully the coalition between the Liberals and NDP (with backing from the Bloc), will bring him and his party down in January. One thing to always remember is that the majority of Canadians DID NOT vote for the Conservatives in the past two elections; let that be your mantra.

Some people may think that Harper isn't that bad and want "stability" in a time of financial crisis and therefore think he should remain as Prime Minister. But merely pointing to the economy as an excuse to keep this man in power is bullshit. Absolute bullshit, people, and stop repeating such trite you read in the National Post.

I mean, did you not see the Finance Minister's (Jim Flaherty) economic proposal, which was the catalyst for this whole Liberal and NDP coalition!? Let me break it down for you:

The Conservatives, under Harper, proposed:

1. To cut back public service pay (when, honestly, it's shite as it is and needs not be tampered with).

2. Suspend the right to strike for federal employees even as the country enters a slump in which such strikes are highly unlikely. I mean, that shit is just illegal. What is this? China?!

3. Cut pay equity, a program that requires Ottawa to pay women equal wages for work of equal value. Please bear in mind that currently, Canadian women earn 72 cents for every dollar a man earns.

It's already well established that Harper and his cronies are pretty much against supporting women and any group that aims to help women - especially vulnerable women (i.e. from poorer backgrounds, single mothers, minorities and so forth).

If those aren't reasons enough for you to be pissed off, well you're not human then; you're probably Harper.

Read more here and here

I know it seems improbable but it's exciting times in Canadian politics!

Get Stephen Harper out now!

How weird is it that Glasgow is currently colder than Toronto?

Scotland is in the midst of a cold snap and to be honest, I don't mind; I like the cold and snow. Indeed, I love winter and snow - but only when countries/ cities can properly deal with the dip in temperature. For example, note the above pictures taken this morning on my way to work. The sidewalks are covered in a thin layer of ice - and have been since yesterday - and have yet to be sanded/ salted. In fact, last night I slipped on some ice while walking home from work and let out a loud audible, "WOAAAAH!" much to my own embarrassment and to the amusement of the dude walking behind me.

Nope, I don't mind all this crisp and cold wintery weather. The only part that I DO mind about it all is when the whole fucking city acts like the end of the world is neigh and we're about to enveloped by deathly sheets of snow. Watching the weather bulletins this morning on TV, you would think that it's absolutely Baltic outside when the reality is, it's only about 0C with an expected DUSTING of snow over night.

THIS is proper snow:


So, listen up, Glaswegians. You think this is cold and snowy? Puh-lease. Try snowy blizzard conditions. Try exposing your nose in -25C temperature and having your nose hair freeze (which happened to me in Toronto a couple years ago). Try walking to work on unplowed sidewalks. In fact, try driving to work on unplowed snowy streets! Try being evacuated from your apartment because the power went out (due to an ice storm) and it's well below freezing and you're surrounded by live electricity wires! I lived through the ice storm of 1998 in Kingston, Ontario, and that looked more like death and the end of the world then anything I've seen before.

So, yeah suck it up, weegies.

Check out more of what the ice storm was like here

WEEKEND IN PICTURES

I found another "Tim Hortons" in Glasgow! I don't think I can quite grasp how bizarre it is and yet, also depressing because the coffee and donuts are nothing like the ones found in Canada. This one is located in the Spar near Caledonia University.

However, one thing that is totally better in Scotland? candy!


Paul and I went to Glickman's, the oldest "sweetie" shop in Glasgow (where I was told for the first time ever, that I have a "lovely accent") and was also featured in a great Observer article back in May 2006:

Glickman's sits on the edge of Glasgow's Calton district, once a proud working-class neighbourhood that thrived in Glasgow's boom years in the 19th and early 20th century. Sweets helped Glasgow become the industrial giant it was. Sugar from the West Indies colonies came on ships built in the Clyde to be processed in refineries beside the river - and cheap, easily available sugar is the historical key to the Scots amazing sweets and sugared-drinks habit. The Calton is sad now, no longer famous for anything except as the place in the UK with the lowest life expectancy (53.9 years, which is seven years less than male life expectancy is in Iraq) and sugar is certainly not the most lethal of the addictions that shorten the lives of the people there. Yet it is of enormous concern to Scotland's health agencies. The grim statistics on obesity and tooth decay are a huge embarrassment - they are the unarguable evidence of ingrained poverty and poor education in a country that prides itself on the standard of its schools and its newly devolved prosperity....

Sugar is part of modern Scots history. Every Scot over a certain age gets the same rosy glow when they talk of the sweets of their childhood, of how a quarter-pound of small mint imperials got you 52 sweets. And a glance at the old cookbooks show that sugar has long been a key to Scottish cooking - as garlic was to the people of the Mediterranean, or chilli to the Thais. Shops like Glickman's in Glasgow or the fabulous Candy Box in the seaside resort town of Largs, which stocks an amazing 250 varieties of traditional sweet shops in jars, are testaments to that proud culture and those traditions. And if there's one thing all those Scots sweet-lovers will tell you, after lovingly naming their favourites, it's how happy the sweets made them, even in the hardest times.

Read more here