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Bloody hell, I'm in an aggressive mood today. I think Si is hoping I go to bed soon.

I have just read about Glasgow's George Square bloody Refurbishment plans being shelved because no one liked the options and those who were asked (and paid £25 for saying so) said, put it back the way it was, with grass. That caused me to bloody well shout for about 10 minutes.

Then I watched a bloody program on the TV, with a Chap called Paul Murton. Initially I thought it was Paul Merton, and I wanted to know why BBC were using Paul Merton to present a program about "The King of The Scottish Isles". Turns out Paul Merton is Scottish, but quite from where I'm not sure - I couldn't quite place the bloody accent, but he annoyed me too.

And then, in the bloody programme he was telling me all about Angus Og, a direct descendant of Somerled, who established the "Clan MacDonald". Hmmm, I think Somerled was a bloody Viking, he wasn't bloody Scottish, he was bloody well invading Scotland!

And then the programme finished with a bloody Clan Gathering of 80 year old American's who insisted that when they came to the biggest Clan Gathering in the World, that they were all "home". One of them even said that he was a direct decendent of Somerled - he had had his DNA tested. Erm, no one knows where Bloody Somerled was buried - Probably Viking Land somewhere.... How the hell did he do a DNA test????

Wahhhhhh

Am away for Miranda and a Big of Salt and Vinegar.