tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94596072024-03-08T03:28:09.476+00:00Aberdeen Tramps And Ither Weel Kent FowkAberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126872759056257302009-10-23T20:45:00.000+01:002009-10-23T20:45:42.067+01:00AccordianBetween The St Nickerless Centre and the Bon Accord Centre, just by the lights at Dixons there often sat an Accordian Player. <br /><br />He was on the go for a good few years now as he used to come in to the shop where I worked in the early 90's to buy fags and get rid of all the 2p's people had given him when he was busking. He always had dried spit at the sides of his mouth and I reckon this was due to the frenzy and concentration of his Accordian Playing.<br /><br />He always had a melancholy look, as if he wished he'd sold his soul to the Devil that day at the Crossroads of West/North Street and King Street. Clearly he didn't. He might have been able to bash out a fairly good "Dashing White Sergeant," but Jimmy Shand he was not.Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-66609562403362123062009-08-16T14:18:00.000+01:002009-08-16T14:18:00.618+01:00PeepPeepsSo this site has covered, Tramps, Weel Kent Fowk, and a couple of shops. As the Grey Toon has so many pubs - I feel we really ought to cover a few.<br /><br />First of all, let me present to you PeepPeeps. One of the roughest of the harbour pubs. Only been in there once - when some bloke suggested a harbour pub crawl. <br /><br />Now I could tell you all about that experience, but instead, just watch this:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_guDN7IZ0U&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_guDN7IZ0U&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126872623174692802009-07-16T22:02:00.000+01:002009-07-16T22:11:48.339+01:00Well Kent Shops #2 - The 24 Hour Porn and Popper ShopI speak with confidence when I say that Stephen's Corner Shop (aka the 24 Hour Porn and Popper Shop) on Hutcheon Street is a local landmark. <br /><br />As you would expect, Steven's is open 24 hours. It is full in the middle of the night with dopey eyed punters buying mars bars and other such munchies. My dad reckons it's only open 24 hours because someone broke in to it every time they tried to close it.<br /><br />It sells porn. Most newsagents have a top shelf. Stevens has an entire wall of porn with the normal mags (Bella, TV times, Gardener's Weekly etc) relegated to a much smaller area. Behind the door was (someone please let me know if it still is) a rusty nail with a hand-typed book hanging from it. It was a list of "massage parlours" in the Aberdeen area.<br /><br />It sells poppers. Amyl Nitrate. Behind the counter. Alledgedly.<br /><br />It is often staffed by children. (Or incredibly young looking short people). Often we would go in at 4am and be served by what appeared to be an 8 year-old.<br /><br />It sells all the normal things you'd expect - often at knock-down past-their-due-by-date prices. We once spent an entire summer drinking bottles of cheap fizzy wine (alcohol content unknown) purchased for £1 a bottle. <br /><br />And finally, no Aberdonian in their right mind would give directions around that side of town without saying "OK, go up George street, take a left up towards The 24 Hour Porn And Popper Shop and then keep going until... " etc.<br /><br />Class.Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126872556596651322009-05-15T23:35:00.000+01:002009-05-15T23:35:37.793+01:00The Bouncy Metal TwinsAaah... the great days of the Mudd Club.<br /><br />Aaaah. Let me now reminisce.<br /><br />Let my mind drift back to when the carpet in the palace actually had a pattern and hadn't yet been covered over in the black sticky mess of cider and black. Aye, I'm that auld...<br /><br />When shuffling back and forth to "This Corrosion" and doing the 'crusty-skip' to "Killing In The Name Of," was the order of the day and they used to clear the floor with Ugly Kid Joe.<br /><br />Back then (amongst other significants), there were the Bouncy Metal Twins. Both about the height of a hobbit and seemingly with soles like bouncy balls, they bounced around the streets of Aberdeen together. Sometimes perfectly in sync... Sometimes perfectly out of sinc like a sine wave and a cosine wave making their way to their final destination.<br /><br />Sadly, I've only seen one of them for many years. Were there ever two of them or was that just my imagination? Back in the days of the Mudd Club, when anyone that wore black knew everyone else that wore all black and you'd think nothing of bouncing into eachother to the tunes of DJ Paul, I think I knew their names... but now I've forgotten.<br /><br />Anyway. Searching for Aberdeen-related stuff on youtube brought me to this:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TR6NnQz20tw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TR6NnQz20tw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I bloody love youtube. I'm off to hunt for other tramps right now.<br /><br />P.S. My favourite comment on this vid on youtube has to be:<br />Ah! Little Death Dood! Used to listen to a walkman whilst at the Metal night in Ritzy's. lol Asked my mate "Do you like death?" To which he replied "aye, aye, s'ok....suppose..."Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126872589765159342009-02-08T13:09:00.001+00:002009-02-08T13:34:55.117+00:00Weel Kent Aberdeen Shop #1 - McKaysMcKays.<br /><br />Top camping and menswear shop on Queens Street round the side of Marischal College.<br /><br />What can we say about McKays?<br /><br />Indeed. What the hell CAN we say about McKays!? <br /><br />Step through the door and step into a world full (and we mean FULL) of wondrous items! Looking for a new sleeping bag? McKays. Looking for a pair of combats? McKays. Looking for Doc Martens? McKays. Looking for an original Aberdeen football strip from 1982? McKays. Inexplicably looking for a 1940's gas mask? Mckays.<br /><br />I think basically they must have started off with an empty bit of space and then just never removed any stock. Wonderous items lie around the place (some on hangers, most just displayed on top of old stock) with STRATA. I'm talking 1970's safari suits and Marc Bolan originals at the bottom... Drainpipes and safety-pinned items on top of that. Then a shocking layer of 80's bri-nylon with a thin line of 1988 cerise and acid-wear on top. Next follow the 90's flares and hoodies revival with a bit of grunge above that. On top will be McKays latest wares recently imported from God knows where - I imagine that camels arrive in the night laden down with quality goods because the sheer range of items available is staggering!<br /><br />McKays very much comes from the old "How may I help you sir?" school of shops because almost as soon as you go in (stepping onto cardboard and into a blast of toasty warm air if it's snowing inside), Mr McKay himself (Is he Mr McKay? or just the Man That Owns It?) comes up to you in his Safari Suit asking if you need any help. And by God can he help. He knows where EVERYTHING is! Magnalite? "Magnalite? Upstairs. Ask my companion." (The guy upstairs MUST be a relation, surely) Legwarmers? "Ah yes. We have some JUST IN!" Courdroy slacks? "I believe we have some just... Ah yes. Here! Creased or non creased?"<br /><br />And upstairs! Upstairs is a veritable Aladdin's Cave of wonders! Really. If you want welly boots, Swiss army knifes, wooly socks, aforementioned gas mask or basically any other bizarre shit... McKays is THE place to go.<br /><br />It Rocks.<br /><br />Honestly, I swear that when I were a youth (we're talking about 1985 - 2000 minimum) they had a handwritten sign proclaiming "FLARES NOW IN STOCK!!" Really? Now in stock? You don't say. They've been available in McKays for the past 40 years! Probably the same ones too...Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-30157694248322727612009-01-06T21:40:00.004+00:002009-02-08T13:56:57.536+00:00Local Hero #2:Sam The Seagullz"Cunning" and "Guile"<br />Both words used by North Tonight to describe This Hoors Neighbour's favourite Sqwawking Star... None other than Sam The Seagull.<br /><br /><br />Sam *SHOT* to fame about a year or so ago when some canny local with a mobile phone managed to capture him carrying out the most heinous of crimes... The daily theft of a bag of Cheese Doritos from the RS McColl's down the Castlegate.<br /><br />For a short time (slightly longer than that chick that won Celebrity Big Brother even though she was just a giggling scrubber/nobody), Sam was the Grey Toon's HOTTEST celebrity, with appearances on North Tonight, the local BBC news, and... predicably, Youtube.<br /><br />Sam was the Robin Hood of our times. He would first stake out the lie of the land before nipping in RSMcColl's open door and swiping his crisps of choice, stealing Cheese Doritos from the rich (as witnessed by shop worker, Sriaram Nagarajan, 22) and giving to the poor - his cawing seagull mates who hung around the back of the Merkat Cross until he'd done the dirty work. Once Sam had escaped with his spoils, he'd gleefully "beak" open the bag and share with his mates. Nice one gull.<br /><br />According to Avanova: "The seagull, nicknamed Sam by staff and customers, has become so popular locals have started paying for his crisps...<br />"Customers have taken pity on the bird and have started donating money to keep him in Doritos. Sriaram added: "He's becoming a bit of a celebrity. Seagulls are usually not that popular but Sam is a star because he's so funny."<br /><br />Of course the BBC reports it best as rendered below in this clip off youtube, the budding Jeremy Paxman even trying to question Sam about his behaviour.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kqy9hxhUxK0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kqy9hxhUxK0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />There are others of course... But my favourite has to be this one. Because we all know that if you speed *anything* up and put it to the Benny Hill music... it's funny...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSyrP1yOgu8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSyrP1yOgu8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-75667010709824819012009-01-03T22:24:00.003+00:002009-01-03T22:33:08.185+00:00Testing Testing Wan Two FreeHappy New Year abdy oot there in the Grey Toon!<br /><br />Yes. Tis I, <a href = "http://myneighboursarehoors.blogspot.com">The Neighbour Of The Hoors</a>.<br /><br />Welcome to the first post in "Aberdeen Tramps And Ither Weel Kent Fowk" in a good long time.<br /><br />A little explanation:<br />I was first fitted a puckle o days ago by none other than Mr Aberdeen Tramps - an old friend from when we were at Aberdeen Uni together. Naturally the conversation turned to his old blog - ie this one, which he hasn't looked at, nevermind touched for mony a lang year.<br /><br />Mr Aberdeen Tramps hasn't the internet access any more and asked me if I'd be able to tidy up a few things on it for him. Namely the comments - which are getting a bit libelous in some places - which I'll be using my editorial powers on - mwahahaha! (Your comments will also need to be moderated from now on - something which wasn't available when Mr Tramps first set this blog up), some updates and also the many old posts he wrote but didn't publish simply because he never got around to it. <br /><br />And this I will do.<br /><br />When I get time.<br /><br />In the meantime, have patience and have an awfy guid New Year!<br /><br />Neighbour Of Teh Hoors.Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126744130234601422009-01-02T22:50:00.001+00:002009-01-04T12:10:36.044+00:00The Braveheart GuyNow this guy I have nothing but respect for.<br /><br />Seen going about his business in town wearing full Plaid. Looks like a Jacobite. Proper wild hair, the lot. <br /><br />What. A. Dude.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-n0yG-J6t7XehrZz4QOf8l8xHAti6g9OVzmcxip74zbwaeQXFnTZumaltLidIWQtTWk6ydNJOAEiMPlcxZjF4OozsR1chfCvLg2lLKptrvErGm1xRDgA9crdXedI-JICdIvRdg/s1600-h/paras.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-n0yG-J6t7XehrZz4QOf8l8xHAti6g9OVzmcxip74zbwaeQXFnTZumaltLidIWQtTWk6ydNJOAEiMPlcxZjF4OozsR1chfCvLg2lLKptrvErGm1xRDgA9crdXedI-JICdIvRdg/s320/paras.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287206762861349650" /></a><br /><br />Edit 02/01/09: Thanks to all the folks who commented letting me know who he is. I can now upload a photo of him. <br />Still. A. Dude.Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126746376874467222009-01-02T22:24:00.000+00:002009-01-03T22:47:29.779+00:00Peter Dow UpdatePeter Dow, while I was at Uni, posted the following notice in the Library: "Looking for a Female Friend. Due to my campaigning activities, I have no time to go dating. If you are interested in friendship or a serious relationship, please contact Peter Down on... 01224 ******"<br /><br />Then when a friend moved into the west end, he pointed out Dow's flat window where he had the same notice with only the following difference "Thankyou, but I am not interested in any Gentlemen Friends. Please stop ringing my doorbell."<br /><br />I can only tell you how much fun is to be found looking for locals in the Yahoo personals (search by area! What fun!)... <br /><br />But then the other day, <a href = "http://www.granitecity.org/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=629&PN=1">this</a> was drawn to my attention. Granitecity.org, we love you...<br /><br />Edit: 02/01/09 - Granitecity.org sadly no longer exists. However with the help of my good friend Neighbour Of The Hoors (who will soon be taking over this blog) - we found Mr Dow's appeal for a lady friend on his own site.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scot.extroverthost.com/peter2004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://scot.extroverthost.com/peter2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://scot.extroverthost.com/lookingforawoman.htm">http://scot.extroverthost.com/lookingforawoman.htm</a>Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126873084284888122006-11-19T01:17:00.002+00:002009-01-03T23:11:14.078+00:00Genuine Celebrity #1: Joyce Falconer - Rasheeen aff River CityNever since the BBC cruelly axed Eldorado in a fit of pique have we seen such a fine example of home-grown talent. Truly the ancient greek muse of soap operas (Ethel?) was smiling down on an enthusiastic young BBC exec as he pondered over the mid-evening space in Scotland's weekday schedules. What does Scotland NEED? More gaelic? No! I ken! A Soap Opera set in Glasgow!<br /><br />And so <a href = "http://www.bbc.co.uk/scotland/tv/rivercity/">River City</a> was born. <br /><br />No character has ever had my jaw drop open in sheer amazement as Roisin, portrayed by our very own Torry Quine Joyce Falconer. Joyce is the main reason to watch the programme. From the moment I was channel-hopping past BBC 1 to hear Rasheeeen (in the middle of an argument with husband, Raymond - who was offering her a yum-yum to calm her down) cry "Sticky Bun!? Sticky Bun is it!?" I have beena huge fan.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiwI1YD2VehwvV5kRPSJuVafibDPuLUhK0RMXp9OadKa68pQ9jOirDRobIfkSgL3kMs4_7Ud9jubyjGae1NH1UrkkgUFoP_OmB9dY80LpMXM_-gVYm-qRWoTLuLzRkntkH4IH7Q/s1600-h/joyce.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiwI1YD2VehwvV5kRPSJuVafibDPuLUhK0RMXp9OadKa68pQ9jOirDRobIfkSgL3kMs4_7Ud9jubyjGae1NH1UrkkgUFoP_OmB9dY80LpMXM_-gVYm-qRWoTLuLzRkntkH4IH7Q/s320/joyce.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287208775185120818" /></a><br />Oor Torry Quine, Joyce<br /><br />And this is probably a good time to cheer like a nutter because in a couple of weeks time she's going to be playing the fairy godmither in Aberdeen's Panto Cinderella. Our tickets are booked and I can't wait to hear her saying "Geez Cinders quine. Ye ken we need tae get ye oot o thae clies..."<br /><br />And the best thing is, she actually speaks like that in real life!<br /><br />You can access Joyce's web page <a href = "http://www.joycefalconer.com/"> here</a>.Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1106383481780545872006-04-22T08:43:00.000+01:002006-04-22T16:08:57.716+01:00Weel Kent Fowk of the past #1 - Snuffy IvySnuffy Ivy was a legendary Aberdeen Prostitute.<br /><br />Undoubtedly a looker in her day, by the time she became famous in Aberdeen she was Weel Past Her Best.<br /><br />According to my dad, she was called Snuffy Ivy because of the way she spoke. Now this is <b>really</b> not going to translate on to paper, so I'm not even going to try... just imagine you've got a deep fried mars bar up each nostril and that your tongue has gotten stuck to the roof of your mouth by eating a sticky toffee from Christies 99p shop. <br /><br />There was a joke. Ahem. (Clears throat for full effect) : <br /><br />"Knock Knock"<br />"fath's ththere?"<br />"It's the Police"<br />"Weel yeth'll hae tae wait yer thurn. Ah'm buthy the now"<br /><br />Oh, and my auntie ran messages for her once in the mid 1920's for "a few coins" and got her backside thrashed when her mother found out...<br /><br />Them were the days. Don't get hoors like that nowadays, do we ?Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1136588799892390652006-03-23T22:57:00.001+00:002009-01-03T23:08:50.096+00:00AmazonasAmazonas (which is what they were called on that CD I bought off them for a tenner) are the Aberdeen version of The Fast Show's Patagonians.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpLRp2qKgb0SxuJvhuhyphenhyphen-tgt5rG3WB8ectujSlBzbp0Z4gnuBHN_1pbqyVsngAYbBwXiWqB4pCr4GkishHZSnzo-LX-6Qpxi6d2Cnwjq81zExm5pl8iTsoCypmLX9qgp0Sk96FA/s1600-h/amazonas1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpLRp2qKgb0SxuJvhuhyphenhyphen-tgt5rG3WB8ectujSlBzbp0Z4gnuBHN_1pbqyVsngAYbBwXiWqB4pCr4GkishHZSnzo-LX-6Qpxi6d2Cnwjq81zExm5pl8iTsoCypmLX9qgp0Sk96FA/s320/amazonas1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287208167372706226" /></a><br /><br />Unfortunately, I can't find a photo of The Patagonians so you'll have to use your pop culture knowledge to get that one...<br /><br />Panpiped and colourful, they have been entertaining Aberdeen Denziens for what seems like years! They always attract a good crowd - which I remember used to piss <a href = "http://aberdeentramps.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_aberdeentramps_archive.html#112674344633091826">Squeak </a> off quite a bit. She'd get down off her white lacy podium and skulk off for a fag.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DlQ4HqtZMchC_eUuL87-2uBYZkHaEDw7lUgJTfZZNdH_Bcn5cn6o3neFLRJdVGDKiLuAX-6TDLtwTpt_3whEtEQlYKUF7brBdz1dlTaugIAQnpBlR8tu1b2bFBOx9N_8bs1mRQ/s1600-h/denzien.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DlQ4HqtZMchC_eUuL87-2uBYZkHaEDw7lUgJTfZZNdH_Bcn5cn6o3neFLRJdVGDKiLuAX-6TDLtwTpt_3whEtEQlYKUF7brBdz1dlTaugIAQnpBlR8tu1b2bFBOx9N_8bs1mRQ/s320/denzien.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287208316088538370" /></a><br /><br />An Aberdeen Denzien enjoys watching the Amazonas (note can of spesh)Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126747554989012332006-01-05T02:22:00.001+00:002009-01-03T23:15:50.139+00:00Markies Street Preacher #3Now this is Aberdeen's current Preacher Of Choice. He and his Outside Church set up outside Markies without fail every weekend. He could be there weekdays too. I don't know. I work for a living...<br /><br />This one isn't afraid of unholy technology no! He even saves his voice for saying Grace of an evening... by using a nice wee set up. And I'm so dedicated to my blog (after my long absence), that I even went and took photos of him. <br /><br />I present... Markies Street Preacher #3.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHKXrb1pgpI9oaQQfFo4jAtBJKB9hTzsgUj_YioHVEzQRvZXFauD33kWButBpYE6wdyaCx6QJ7ny-sO_tYJhaiPqMUUrYDRHucBIkLyxTTO9c6y5OmU1wOoeqFZEK3zJRxetpusg/s1600-h/preacher+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHKXrb1pgpI9oaQQfFo4jAtBJKB9hTzsgUj_YioHVEzQRvZXFauD33kWButBpYE6wdyaCx6QJ7ny-sO_tYJhaiPqMUUrYDRHucBIkLyxTTO9c6y5OmU1wOoeqFZEK3zJRxetpusg/s320/preacher+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287209819769799122" /></a><br /><br />Markies Street Preacher #3 sets up his kit<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuQ495bMC4lKwHzdjba0Dn4JRCyDV8l6JSuFY4vNTIR0gQh6sF88yrgKV7kFZfp6iiEDc_NqdYje8x2pcdr4fUOKAKRTfSZc7hWjbjUJJsFLyS-NiWXHUQP5iVOXAVVH2fquzfA/s1600-h/preacher2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKuQ495bMC4lKwHzdjba0Dn4JRCyDV8l6JSuFY4vNTIR0gQh6sF88yrgKV7kFZfp6iiEDc_NqdYje8x2pcdr4fUOKAKRTfSZc7hWjbjUJJsFLyS-NiWXHUQP5iVOXAVVH2fquzfA/s320/preacher2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287209988330180306" /></a><br /><br />... and then leaves technology to get on with it and spread the word <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPrXUdI0h72qmHYsr0B24reVNiVTnISjlWrcHw8fh9vlz6JJo5Hd9x2XP2q_F0DmcdRRaLf_l16TtTf7hcDRXnC7GbwW64mtsJzOLMu0zODa_GJIs-iuulKD7elLwQ7QF29GxRg/s1600-h/preacher.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPrXUdI0h72qmHYsr0B24reVNiVTnISjlWrcHw8fh9vlz6JJo5Hd9x2XP2q_F0DmcdRRaLf_l16TtTf7hcDRXnC7GbwW64mtsJzOLMu0zODa_GJIs-iuulKD7elLwQ7QF29GxRg/s320/preacher.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287210110951855938" /></a><br />as he catches up on all the latest news in the Peenj.Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126743884004846682005-11-14T01:17:00.000+00:002005-11-14T09:36:08.366+00:00Jo-JoAaah Jo-Jo. What words can we use to describe thee?<br /><br />Transvestite. Paedophile. Those are two I've heard used on many an occasion. As one comment on <a href = "http://www.donstalk.co.uk/news/index.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=5918">donstalk.co.uk</a> points out, the Evening Express, in one of their better moments, described him as "a well known local male prostitue with a low IQ". Arf! <br /><br />Actually... Jo-Jo seems to have been about Aberdeen for YEARS. Well not the years he was supposedly banged up for some child-related-crime. A workmate of mine was up on Broad Hill as a child in the early 80's when Jo-Jo approached him ("Ah jist buried a guid pal o' mine") and he was well known enough then for said workmate to leg it back off down to the carnies like is only sensible.<br /><br />My only experience of him was seeing this man in ladies slacks, casual baby blue shoulder-padded top, blue eyeshow, shocking pink lipstick and stubble mince quickly up Holburn Street pursued by some Holburn Urchins (crying "Awa' ye tranny!") with his attack alarm on full volume before getting on to the number 16 bus screaming about the "little wee basturds!"<br /><br />It does, indeed, take all sorts :PAberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126742825303496422005-10-07T01:05:00.000+01:002005-10-07T11:11:28.276+01:00MAFMAF has tattooes all over his face and his name stands for Mad As F*ck. <br /><br />He's legendary in Aberdeen for apparently beating up anyone that stares at his face for too long.<br /><br />Actually, office gossip tells that there's two guys with tattooed faces - and that they share a flat. <br /><br />I can just imagine the meeting of minds one fine Aberdeen day as they passed eachother in the street... and each thought "Hang on now! There's someone I could share a flat with!"<br /><br />I'm not going to say any more in case I get beat up.Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126747273085661622005-10-03T21:12:00.000+01:002005-10-03T12:48:34.103+01:00Markies Street Preacher #2Now! Markies Street Preacher #2 was what we call an "in-aboot-comer" - i.e. he weren't from round these parts! In fact he was from Good Old America! <br /><br />He was rotund, he had a quiff, he had a sincere face and! He had a STORY, a story I remember reading in the Aberdeen Herald And Post/Aberdeen Citizen/Whatever it was called that week. <br /><br />Seems he'd been brought up on the wrong side of the tracks way back in Ol' Alabama... Got in with a bay'd crawd (bad crowd - I feel I ought to tranlate) - got himsel' inta drugs, drink and wimmin! He was goin' ta Hell I tell ya! HELL! BIG HOT FLAMIN' FIREY HELL!<br /><br />And then (cue a bit of organ music) He found somethin' He found somethin' worrrrth livin' foah! He saw the Light! Ah tell ya! THE LIGHT! And he did go turrrn agayinst his wicked wayyyyyssss! And he did turn to tha LAWD and he did become a mayn of GAWD!!! And he did SEEK OUT THE WEAK! He did SEEK out the heathens! He did SEEK out the place where he could spread the WORD to God's unholy CREATURES!!!!<br /><br />He did come to...<br /><br />Aberdeen.<br /><br />And it was here that he and Markies Street Preacher #1 would make their stance on each side of the thoroughfare and try to outshout, outworship and nay outpraise eachother before Aberdeen's shopping heathens... until one day, they did come together in holy mutual acceptance and have a nice cup of tea in the Bon Accord Centre's food court. If only all those with religious differences could get on so well...Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126745717952802342005-09-30T01:48:00.000+01:002005-10-03T12:48:00.206+01:00The Materialistic TrampNo idea who this chap is, but he really is quite a character...<br /><br />Often spotted in and around town with what can only be described as STUFF. <br /><br />Sort of like Propane Pete and his props, I've seen him about with a kettle and a large 1980's keyboard, but most recently he was spotted by me and my mate one saturday night.<br />First of all he was pushing a small pink childs bike past Top Shop, with all glittery streamers hanging from the handlebars and a little tinkly pink bell... Then later on he was sat on the church steps next to Gilcolmstoun Tramp with whom he was sharing a can of special brew. <br /><br />He was hugging his pink bike guardedly and glaring at everyone (apart from Gilc Tramp who can clearly be trusted with small pink bicycles) in case they might try to take it from him!Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126746737918463592005-09-26T14:07:00.000+01:002005-09-26T10:18:03.126+01:00Markies Street Preacher #1There have been so many different Men Of God ranting outside Markies over the years that I'm actually going to have to do this in 3 posts! Three! Not that I'm desperate for post ideas mind...<br /><br />Markies Street Preacher #1 was tall and thin and was affiliated to the Sally Army. He looked very smart indeed - I bet Peter Dow found him an inspiration in his early campaining years!<br /><br />He would stand outside Markies with what I think was the case for some sort of brass instrument. And on this case, written in the parallellogram (see? Standard Grade Maths did teach us something!) shaped gold door letters that you get in B&Q, he'd have his Religious Message Of The Day. <br /><br />And thus, with his beliefs proclaimed in beautiful signage, he would speak God's word to anyone who would listen. And probably be spat at by the White Heather Wifie... Gawd Bless 'Im.Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126743446330918262005-09-22T20:07:00.000+01:002005-09-22T12:49:15.083+01:00SqueakSqueak.<br /><br />Squeak.<br /><br />Squeaky F**king Squeak Squeak Squeak.<br /><br />I'm sure you ALL know who I'm talking about. Perhaps there isn't actually any need to go on. But I shall. Squeak was one of Aberdeen's most persistant street artists - a fine quine of admirable robotic movements that would stand outside Markies on her "plinth" entertaining the fine folk of the Granite City with her impression of an android that's got a dog's chew toy stuck in it's throat. <br /><br />She was dressed all in white from her white leg warmers and wooly tights (sorry, but I have to back her up here... Aberdeen is bloody cold at times) to her skirt made out of lace curtain screens and her sparkly white and silvery top, to her goth-white robotic face.<br /><br />And boy... Did she squeak. I remember being in the Clydesdale applying for my mortgage. Everything was going very well until Squeak came back from lunch and once again took her plinth. At this point the nice Clydesdale lady made a face I've only ever seen in films where someone is suffering Chinese Water Torture. Squeaky Squeaky. Squeaky Squeaky. Squeak. Squeak. Squeaaaaaaaaaak. Poor bank lady couldn't get out of the mortgage interview room quick enough! Actually... considering the state of the flat I moved in to, I should maybe track Squeak down and thank her for her assistance in pushing my mortgage through...<br /><br />Sadly, she's either Squeaking in another lucky city, far from here or has gone and gotten herself a proper job, as I've not seen her about Aberdeen for a long, long time...Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1127063056280171472005-09-18T18:02:00.000+01:002005-09-18T18:07:39.853+01:00Big AggieBig Aggie isn't Weel Kent. <br /><br />Although hopefully after this, she will be... because she damn well deserves to be!<br /><br />Big Aggie first came to my attention in an email forwarded on from a workmate. It's a sound file recorded from the answering machine of a friend of a friend. I'll let you listen to it to decide exactly why she deserves fame...<br /><br />Classic. Every second of it.<br /><br />Listen to it here: <a href = "http://www.geocities.com/aberdeentramps/Northfield.mp3">Big Aggie Speaks!</a><br /><br />Warning - contains some foul language! (And I wouldn't have it any other way)Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126742656322026732005-09-17T22:53:00.000+01:002005-09-17T20:58:42.783+01:00Mr BuggritMore or less taken out of the pages of Terry Pratchett's Discworld novels, Mr Buggrit is (or was...?) a familiar sight to many Aberdonians-about-town. <br /><br />Aberdeen's very own version of Foul Old Ron was often spotted... Often!? I mean ALWAYS spotted walking about Union Street and surrounding environs with a bit of a stoop, hands clenched behind his back and grinning up into the faces of passersby (with the expression of a 'Here's Johnny' Jack Nicholson) shouting "BUGGER YE!" "BIG PAPS!" or some such similar comedy cry. <br /><br />He was always in a city centre record shop a friend of mine used to work in, demanding "JIMMY SHAND!!!! JIMMY SHAND????" at the top of his voice, or being spotted in the post office going "AYE! AYE AYE!! AYE YE BUGGER!"<br /><br />I remember one time he'd gotten hold of a small Mr Blobby Doll and was shuffling up Union Street grinning and going "BLOBBY! BLOBBY? BLOBBY BLOBBY!" to anyone that would listen.<br /><br />Sadly... I fear he has gone the way of the White Heather Wifie as I've not seen him about for a good few years. Not since I used to live in Stafford Street (Not really giving away my identity here as I'm sure most Aberdonians have had the pleasure of living in Stafford Street at some point in their lives) and would hear him from my bedroom, walking up the street, muttering "Buggerit. Bugger em. Bugger Ye! Bugger it aaaaa!"<br /><br />He'll be sadly missed.Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1126741608552836572005-09-15T00:37:00.000+01:002005-09-16T08:43:31.406+01:00A Long Overdue PostOK OK, So I've not posted for ages... I've not had the time or energy to do a bit of Trampspotting (Hmmm. I'm picturing an amusing Page Logo in my head here...) in, like MONTHS!<br /><br />And it seems people have actually started reading this site :P So I'd like to take the opportunity to thank everyone at...<br /><br /><a href = "http://www.donstalk.co.uk/news/index.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=5918">donstalk.co.uk</a> AFC discussion board<br /><a href = "http://aberdeencruiser.com/newforum/viewtopic.php?t=962">aberdeencruiser.com</a> A discussion board for Boolie Bashers? Cool!<br /><a href = "http://www.belmont-street.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=2061">belmont-street.com discussion board</a><br /><a href = "http://www.tastelessspoon.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=27">tastelessspoon.com</a><br />and of course <a href = "http://www.granitecity.org/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=719&PN=1&TPN=1">granitecity.org</a><br /><br />... for paying attention and making their various comments at the various sites.<br /><br />So what am I going to do? Well... OK so first of all I have a few tramps/weel-kent-fowk I've never gotten around to writing about... Mr Buggrit, Squeak, The Markies Street Preachers<br /><br />I've never written about tramps/weel-kent-fowk of the past (for which I will ask one of the best sources around... My Dad) such as Snuffy Ivy.<br /><br />and then there's all the suggestions you've all made plus the weel-kent-fowk on Knowhere which I've had my attention drawn to.<br /><br />I guess I'll get around to them all eventually :D I'd like permission to quote some of you though, especially on some of the tramps and weel-kent-fowk I don't know too much about myself.<br /><br />Watch This Space!Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1116191083847055482005-05-15T21:40:00.000+01:002005-05-15T22:05:02.540+01:00Local Hero #3 - Um. Spidermin?Ok, So I've had a bit of a long drawn out absence from bloggin. But now I'm back!<br /><br />And now the site's getting more hits, some of you may be able to help me out by pointing out who's missing!<br /><br />In the meantime I thought I'd give you another local hero. Students (I guess) have always been particularly apt at climbing things and sticking traffic cones in peculiar places... (Although the guy arrested for pleasuring himself in public with a traffic cone is probably best not mentioned in any great detail).<br /><br />At the end of last year, some talented young scamp managed to stick a traffic cone right up on one of the highest gothic spikey-bits of Marischal College on Broad Street.<br /><br />Truly impressive! <br /><br /><img src = "http://www.geocities.com/aberdeentramps/climbing1.JPG"><br /><br /><img src = "http://www.geocities.com/aberdeentramps/climbing2.JPG">Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1106383430310356712005-01-31T20:42:00.000+00:002005-02-01T19:48:13.153+00:00Mrs CardigansMrs Cardigans is often seen about town.
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<br />She is old, has dirty grey hair in a ponytail. She walks along crouched over. She wears bandages on her ankles. She gurns.
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<br />And she always appears to be wearing at least five cardigans.
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<br />Somone once told me she was a prostitute...Aberdeen Trampshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18254615405720820320noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9459607.post-1105275233789344412005-01-22T13:46:00.000+00:002005-01-22T08:42:06.236+00:00Places to Spot Aberdeen Tramps And Ither Weel Kent Fowk<span style="font-weight:bold;">Places to Spot Aberdeen Tramps and Ither Weel Kent Fowk 1</span>
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<br />Ootside Markies. Once home to the Reggae Busker and Squeak. Relaxing spot for The White Heather Wifie. Ranting spot for the Religious Ranters. Nice place to see carol singing, university drummers and all sorts of other entertainments. Needs a web cam!
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Places to Spot Aberdeen Tramps and Ither Weel Kent Fowk 2</span>
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<br />The Castlegate. Has a <a href = "http://www.aberdeencity.gov.uk/acc/images/webcam/castlegate_00001.jpg">webcam!</a> Has some dodgy pubs! Has HISTORY!!! I have yet to spot the ghosts of any of our city's past hangings or executions but I have spotted many of the other kind of spirit. Usually being consumed by tramps.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Places to Spot Aberdeen Tramps and Ither Weel Kent Fowk 3</span>
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<br />The Bus Station. Yes! You have a lovely collection of spoons there sir. No thanks, I'm ok for Buckfast, cheers! Oh. Here is my bus. Cheerio then! :)
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