The Bobby Gillespie Bullshit game

CUNTS! SCUM! BRING BACK NATIONAL SERVICE! SEND THEM TO FUCKEN IRAQ! YER FUCKEN SHITE HOOSIN' ESTATE WILL BE ON FUCKEN FIRE IF AH EVER FIND YOUSE! TIE THEIR FUCKEN TUBES!! C*********NTS!!!!!!!!

unfortunately i think this means i shall have to destroy all my primal scream records.

i suppose i could keep the instrumentals.

http://jackwolak.com/7/3341.jpg

Fair summation.

Screamadelica Era
"...I think music is magic... magical, in the true sense of the word. Certain pieces of music make me feel strong, protected. It raises... it raises my soul. No, forget that, it protects me from bad feelings. Music protects us in such a powerful way, it makes you aware of possibilities. To alot of people I think music's a commodity, not spiritual. it's something you put on the mantlepiece and it's there, like a set of golfclubs or an ironing board, whereas to us it's a holy thing, and none of us are even religious."
- Bobby Gillespie, NME interview 28 September 1991

"magic" = 5 points, "raises my soul" = 10 points, "protects me from bad feelings" (whatever that means) = 10 points, spiritual + religious + holy = 30 points, using all this bullshit to form a "we're not in it for the money" argument = 35 points

Total = 90 points

"Most bands think in black and white, we think in Technicolour," - Bobby Gillespie, September(?) 1991

Ugh, ffs, 99 points.

"We're a hardworking band. I go to the studio five days a week. My girlfriend works in fashion and now and again there's something she might want to go to so I go along - that's what you do. It's a bit weird, it's like saying your girlfriend's black so you must be black. Or your girlfriend's Jewish so you must be Jewish."

This guy would do really badly on Family Fortunes.

Bombing the Pentagon wasn't about anti-American sentiment, it was about, like, freedom, you know? Freedom to do what you want to do, and we want to get loaded ...

He's there because his girlfirend's jewish, Marcello, can't you read?

I think this is my favourite BG quote (from OMM earlier this year):

'You know, Andrew Innes is a chemist and so's his wife - they've got pharmaceutical degrees. He's an oddball boffin who'll experiment with anything you give him. When computers came out, he got one straight away and learnt how to work them. Oasis call him "Brains".'

Kudos to Innes for cracking that IBM mainframe up in Glasgow all on his own, but that final punchline is priceless.

(nb thanks for the cd momus)

"The only thing I don't want is us to be nailed down as some motherfuckin' curators of some rock 'n' roll fuckin' museum. We love all sorts of music, and I'm glad to turn people on to sounds they've never heard - y'know, go and buy "superfly" by curtis mayfield, or the impressions' greatest hits, or Culture "two sevens clash".

The guy is, and always has been a patronising cock, and primal scream are the worst band to come out of the UK since the '80's at least, and possibly ever.

BG: Ehh..I don't know. I think I always wanted to be a singer but I didn't realise it. I always wanted to be a guitar player because I loved guitar players in bands. I became a singer through default. We were writing these songs and I wanted to play guitar and we kept asking these people to sing and they were terrible so I stepped in.

So there was five of us, Andrew Innes on guitar, me on vocals, Jaki Leibezeit on drums, Michael Karoli on guitar and Liam Gallagher on one finger piano. We jammed our arses off, till five in the morning, hard and heavy on a two-chord Karoli groove, what a night! I'll never forget it. We all fell out of the studio arm-in-arm and walked up the road high and happy, blasted by the magick of Can, The Can!

There's plenty more where that came from as well- I couldn't believe they'd published such utter name-dropping drivel!

I didn't know he was a Suzi Quatro fan.

"After spending a week jamming with Quatro, the Scream determined that 'Leather Forever' would be like part of our ten-point plan to wipe out the fascists that dare like cross our path. We have one of Suzi's Leather Tuscadero outfits hanging in the back room of the Scream Team hideout."

https://www.wordsense.eu/sowel/

... as in "poor wee sowel". Is that link working btw?

Here's a better one.

https://www.dsl.ac.uk/entry/snd/sndns3527

I’ll no say cheese. Alricht?

While shopping in his local branch of Lidl in Brighton, Boaby spots Nick Cave and his wife.

Boab: "Holl', Nick."

Nick (to his wife): "Oh not him, he's few stubbies short of a six-pack this guy. Just keep walking, act like you never heard him."

Boab: "Nicky! (to himself) Fuckin' deef auld cunt."

Boaby speeds up almost knocking over a small child in the process.

Boab: "Nick! Haud oan therr, big yin! Christ, ah'm like fuckin' Stirling Moss here wi' this fuckin' trolley."

Nick: "Oh, it's you."

Boab: "Aye, ah course it's me."

Nick (heavy sigh): "What is it?"

Boab: "Ah've goat a bone tae pick wi' you."

Nick: "Strewth, what've have I done now?"

Boab: "Ah think you know very well whit ye've done noo!"

Nick (exasperated): "Oh not this coronation business again!"

Boab: "Aye, this coronation business! Very much this fuckin' coronation business!"

Nick: "Look, I explained it all in my blog, I've got nothing more to say on the matter".

Boab: "Like ah'm gonnae be reading your fuckin' blog! Onywey, ah've goat plenty tae say oan "this matter". Ah've goat plenty tae say aboot you arse-lickin' the fuckin' Royal fuckin' Family!"

Nick: "Look I can see you're upset..."

Boab: "Upset? Upset? How could you dae this tae... rock and roll! Tae... Brighton! Tae... yer fellow users o' hair dye!"

Nick: "I just have an inexplicable emotional attachment to the Royals – the strangeness of them, the deeply eccentric nature of the whole affair that so perfectly reflects the unique weirdness of Britain itself...”

Boab's eyes start to glaze over.

Nick (continuing): "... I’m just drawn to that kind of thing – the bizarre, the uncanny, the stupefyingly spectacular, the awe-inspiring..."

Boab (dismissively): "... ye can see aw' that oan... fuckin'... Britain's Goat Talent every fuckin' week... and Ant and Dec are oan THAT tae!"

Nick (determined to finish): "... riiiiight ... er... where was I?"

Boab: "In the middle o' sellin' oot, mate."

Nick: "Look, as well as all that guff I gave as an excuse earlier it's as simple as this: you want a knighthood, I want a knighthood ..."

Boab: "... here ah object tae that remark, ah don't wahnt any knighthood... a baronetcy aye but..."

Nick: "Listen, the PM of Oz, who is a top bloke by the way, was aaaasked to choose 14 outstanding Australians..."

Boab (cracking up): "... ye whit? Ye mean they actually managed tae find 14 outstanding Australians? Noo, ah've heard every'hin'!"

Nick: "... as I was saying, you mongrel, I was chosen to represent Oz as one of the 14 outstanding Australians and I thought, bonzer, I could go for that."

Boab: "Aye well, ye've broat disgrace tae the ageing hipster community o' Brighton - which, let's face it, is maist o' Brighton".

Nick: "Listen, mate, you're only jealous 'cuz you didn't get aaaasked by the, er, President of, er, Scotland."

Boab: "Get tae fuck, ya wide-o! Ye've fuckin' done the wrang thing and ye know ye huv... and, by the way, ye wahnt 14 outstanding Scottish people? Well whit aboot the fuckin' Scottish rugby team that fuckin' beat the English at Twickenham in the 6 Nations? No' that ah know much aboot Rugby Union..."

Nick: "... obviously not, there's 15 in a team..."

Boab: "... aye, well, ye get mah fuckin' point."

Nick: "Yeah, mate, I get your point but we're not achieving much standing in the middle of Lidl arguing about it. Now rack off ya galah, I've got heaps of shrimps to buy for the barbie."

Boab: "Right... aye well... (Boaby looks around for something to grab from the shelves) here's some fuckin' shoe polish, stick that oan yer eyebrows, 'cos yer foolin' naeb'dy ya lanky auld cunt!"

Boaby bustles off, almost knocking over the same child he'd almost knocked over earlier.

Nick: "Fuck me, talk about the pot and the kettle..."

Mrs Nick: "So that was Jason Gillespie was it?"

Nick (forcefully): "Bobby Gillespie! BOBBY Gillespie!!"

Boaby sticks his head out from behind a stack of tinned pineapples.

Boab: "Someb'dy wahntin' an autograph?"

lool! nice one

Boab, or at least the Primal Scream account retweets a lot of Novara Media stuff. It can't be that long before he get's the coveted Aaron Bastani interview.

love these posts.

A+

Verse 1 (Bobby Gillespie):
In the darkest hours of night
When the stars refuse to shine
I'm lost in the wilderness
Trying to find my way to you

Chorus (Nick Cave):
Oh my love, where have you gone?
Left me stranded here alone
My heart is broken, my soul undone
Come back to me, my darling one

Verse 2 (Jim Reid):
I've been searching high and low
Through the valleys and the hills
I've been calling out your name
But the echoes bring no thrill

Chorus (Nick Cave):
Oh my love, where have you gone?
Left me stranded here alone
My heart is broken, my soul undone
Come back to me, my darling one

Bridge (William Reid):
The night is long and cold
And my heart is growing old
I need you by my side
To make me feel alive

Chorus (Nick Cave):
Oh my love, where have you gone?
Left me stranded here alone
My heart is broken, my soul undone
Come back to me, my darling one

Outro (Bobby Gillespie):
In the deepest depths of pain
I know that love will rise again
And when it does, I'll hold you tight
And never let you out of sight.

Chatgpt4?

https://x.com/audiac/status/1726364712949154000

I was on the number 30 bus in Dalston recently alongside Bobby Gillespie.

― ailsa, Tuesday, 5 December 2023 14:01 (forty-seven minutes ago) bookmarkflaglink

Boab is due at a meeting with Alan McGee but finds himself stranded on the wrong side of London. McGee phones...

Al: That you Bob? Where are ye?

Boab: Still oan ma fuckin' way, wee man. it's fuckin' pishin' it doon here.

Al (sarcastically): Did ye no' bring yer anorak?

Boab: Here you, ah've no' worn an anorak since Splash One in 1986.

Al: Well no' since ye discovered there was no money to be made in indie rock.

Boab: Ha fuckin' ha. Here you, by the way, where was the fuckin' limo?

Al: The limo?

Boab: Aye, ma fuckin' ride... ya ride!

Al (wearily): How many times do I have to tell you, Bob, it's no' 1994 anymore.

Boab: Aye, ah don't ah know it!

Al: Jump in a cab!

Boab: Fuck that, dae ye know how much taxis cost in this toon? Ah'm gettin' the fuckin' bus.

Al: The bus? That'll take forever!

Boab (conspiratorially): Aye, Al, but it'll cost fuck aw wi' this Freedom Pass ah've goat here.

Al: Freedom whit?

Boab: Freedom Pass, Al. It's a concessionary travel scheme, which began in 1973, to provide free travel to residents of Greater London, England, for people with a disability or over the progressively increasing women's state pension age 60 in 2010, currently 66 until about 2026).The scheme is funded by local authorities and coordinated by London Councils. Originally the pass was a paper ticket, but since 2004 it has been encoded on to a contactless smartcard compatible with Oyster card readers...

Al: ... aye, but...

Boab: ... haud oan, ah've no feenished, Al.  Greater London residents aged 60 before 6 April 2010 were eligible for an Older Persons Freedom Pass, increasing progressively in line with the women's state pension age to 66 from 2020 to about 2026. London residents over 60 but below Freedom Pass age are eligible for a 60+ Oyster card on payment of £20, with all the benefits of the Freedom Pass within Greater London, but not valid on buses outside Greater London.

Al: Well this is fascinating Bobby but, one question, why are you whispering?

Boab; Ah don't wahnt the whole o' London knowin' ma fuckin' age dae ah?

Al: (sotto voce) One look at your face will tell them that...

Boab (raising his voice suddenly): Here, there's ma bus, be there shortly wee man!

Al: Aye, in about three fuckin' hours.

Boab gallops towards the bus stop like a newly born foal and joins the queue. On the bus he presses through the crowd looking for a seat.

Boab (cheerily to no-one in particular): Room for a small one!

Boab is forced to stand much to his displeasure.

Boab (grumbling to himself): Ah thoat ah might ah goat a seat at least ... a man o' ma age tae.

Boab turns to speak to an elderly lady who is also standing.

Boab: Shocking innit? Young yins these days? Nae thoughts o' giein' up seats tae their elders and betters. Nah! Widnae ah happened in ma day!

Suddenly Boab spots a seat behind the elderly lady and pushes past her to claim it, depositing himself beside a young woman staring intently at her phone.

Boab (to the young woman): Here, that's better! Take the fuckin' weight aff, so tae speak!

Boab waits for a response but none is forthcoming, then, on looking round for someone else to speak to, notices the elderly lady glowering at him so swiftly turns back to the young woman.

Boab (slapping hands on his thighs): This rain is fuckin' shockin' int it? Nice weather for ducks though, am ah right?

The young woman stares at her phone with furious intensity. Boab stares ahead then turns to her again.

Boab: Still, Londoners eh? They don't know how lucky they ur! You try getting a bus back tae the Sooside fae George Square oan a Saturday night...

No response.

Boab: And fuck walking through Toryglen tae get tae Mount Florida in the wee sma hours, and bumpin' intae Jim Kerr and his gang o' neds!

No response.

Boab: Ye ever heard o' a band ca'ed Primal Scream?

Did it on my phone so a few errors here and there.

Fantastic.

Love the stupid complexity of the freedom Card scheme

Tom D! I'm sure that I would not be the only ILMnik who would hugely grateful if you would see your way to posting the installments of the Boaby Chronicles that have heretofore not made it to this thread. I lovelovelovelove your work as such and would be thrilled to have access to a complete set. Please consider it! thank you!

kickstarter for a series of signed and numbered leatherbound volumes of the chronicles of boab or gtfo imo

and i thought this was going to be about the current meme re bobby thats doing the rounds.
i.e. him and a couple of others looking very glum, and various titles/descriptions ..

ah, i belatedly see that neil s has already added the meme i was referring to ..
sorry.

Tom D! I'm sure that I would not be the only ILMnik who would hugely grateful if you would see your way to posting the installments of the Boaby Chronicles that have heretofore not made it to this thread. I lovelovelovelove your work as such and would be thrilled to have access to a complete set. Please consider it! thank you!

How about this ... and I hope the links work...

THE CHRONICLES OF BOABY (Updated Version)

Episode 1. "Gott in himmel, Englander schwein!"
In which Boaby phones Kevin Shields to complain that the remaster of "Screamadelica" he approved was carried out by 'some cunt naebody's heard o''. Boaby then phones Holger Czukay to try to persuade him to oversee an alternative remaster, much to Holger's chagrin.

Episode 2. "... gie's ma heid ower, wull ye?"
In which, believing that the Wombles have reformed to play "Screamadelica" in its entirety at Glastonbury, Boab has agreed to make a guest appearance... while wearing a Womble suit... this despite his concerns that it will render him incapable of playing his primary instrument, the tambourine. Backstage, after Mike Batt informs him that the Wombles are actually playing "Keep On Wombling" in its entirety, and not "Screamadelica", Boaby phones McGee in a state of high dudgeon.

Episode 3. "Naw, ah've no goat time tae listen tae how you discovered Oasis!"
In which Alan McGee phones Boab to tell him that a Primal Scream track was just played at the Tory Party Conference and that he should release a statement disassociating the band from it. Boab reluctantly agrees but is secretly pleased that his mammy can get to hear his band played on the telly.

Episode 4. "I married Philip John May on 6 September 1980 [citation needed]. I have no children."
In which, following on from the previous phone call, Boaby goes on a date with Home Secretary Theresa May. Boab is charm itself, within reason, but the evening ends badly when Theresa admits to mistaking the Primal Scream track "Rocks", as played at the Tory Party Conference, for a Rolling Stones song.

Episode 5. "Gonny leave me alaine?"
In which Boaby and Momus have a desultory conversation where Boaby denies ever having toured Germany with Momus or having had sex with a woman called Helga in Hamburg. Boaby's Glaswegian sensibilities are doubly offended by Momus' use of Paisley dialect. That's (abstruse) entertainment!

Episode 6. "A scrawny auld duffer wi' a pair o' mad shades oan."
In which Boaby turns up backstage at the Barbican where Suicide are playing. Immediately he rubs Marty Rev up the wrong way by claiming to have written "Dream Baby Dream". Later he mistakes Alan Vega for his father.

Episode 7. "You know me, ah know fuck a' aboot fuck a'."
In which Boaby is 'ower the moon' about a cool avant garde film he has appeared in, playing Gilles de Rais, until McGee bursts his ba' by pointing out that Gilles de Rais was a rapist, a paedophile and a necrophiliac.

Episode 8. (aims kick at family pet)
In which, in a domestic scene which is something of a departure for the Boaby Chronicles, Boab tries to order a book by Julian Cope using Alexa but Alexa singularly fails to understand Boab's accent (join the club).

Episode 9. "... 12 actually, mate."
In which McGee phones Boaby to tell him about the launch of his newest label Creation23, Boab is underwhelmed. Worse is to follow as McGee tries to persuade Boab to get Primal Scream to record a single for the new label. Boab refuses and, for a change, has some fun at McGee's expense.

Episode 10. "Here, ah'll fuckin' delete you in a minute."
Following his controversial appearance on the "This Week" and the disparaging remarks concerning it on Twitter made by the show's host, Andrew 'Andra' Neil, Boaby phones to register his disapproval. After some more recondite banter about the differences between Paisley and Glasgow dialects, which absolutely no-one other than the author understands or appreciates, Andra outwits Boab and leaves Boab cursing him and his alma mater.

Episode 11. "... a 90 minute album of a fuckin' tap runnin'."
Boaby hears that a number of celebrities have signed a letter, for publication in the press and other media, in support of a Jeremy Corbyn premiership. Annoyed that he was not asked to contribute he phones one of its signatories, Brian Eno, with predictable results.

Episode 12. "And your point is, caller?"
Boaby visits his manager's office where is offered the chance to do a commentary for the DVD of "Shaun the Sheep: The Movie". He demurs. Along the way he drops in a reference to Scottish football journalist, James Sanderson, which absolutely no-one will understand.

Episode 13. "... wid they even wahnt a band plays black music involved?"
In which, in the midst of the pandemic, McGee tries to persuade Boaby to contribute to a charity single to raise money for the NHS. However when Boab hears that the single will involve such household names as Billy Bibby, formerly of Catfish & the Bottlemen, he declines.

Episode 14. "Crab?"
In which, in an especially bizarre scenario, Boaby has been invited to an unnamed American university to discuss Scottish music and the Scottish cultural scene alongside McGee and Stuart Murdoch of Belle & Sebastian (not Boab's favourite band it's fair to say). Boab's discomfort at appearing in this milieu becomes glaringly obvious as the night wears on.

Episode 15. "...who picks fuckin' Stewart fuckin' Kennedy in fuckin' goal instead o' David Harvey?"
In which, having been a long time outspoken critic of Scottish nationalism, Boaby summons a band meeting on Zoom to inform the other members that Primal Scream is now in favour of Scottish independence. In the course of this call he forgets who Martin Duffy is and that Robert Young is dead but finds time to reminisce about Scotland's 2-1 victory over England at Wembley in 1977.

Episode 16. "Nae mair waitin' fer yer man, ah UM yer fuckin' man!"
In which Thurston Moore phones Boaby to ask him to collaborate on a version of the Velvet Underground's "Heroin". Much miscommunication hilarity ensues.

Episode 17. "... that's Green's Playhoose tae you auld yins."
In which, for some reason, Boaby is present at the Pendlebury & District Garden Fete to witness Pete Hook playing in front of a portaloo. Boab tries to engage Hook in friendly conversation afterwards but, alas, Hook has ferrets to feed.

Episode 18. "... yer foolin' naeb'dy ya lanky auld cunt!"
In which Boaby spots Nick Cave shopping in his local branch of Lidl and is determined to have it out with the Australian musician, writer and actor (known for his baritone voice) about his invitation to the coronation of King Charles III. Cave is in no mood to bandy words however and makes his excuses and leaves.

Episode 19. "Room for a small one!"
In which Boaby is expected at a meeting with McGee on the other side of London but finds himself without transport and so is forced to catch a bus. All is well though as, due to his advanced age, Boaby is eligible for a Transport For London Freedom Pass, allowing him to travel free of charge and greatly improving his good humour in the process.

wonderful

Was putting a list together but Tom beat me to it... here are links for the episodes from this thread:

Episode 10
Episode 11
Episode 12
Episode 14
Episode 15
Episode 16
Episode 17
Episode 18
Episode 19

Tom D, you are a gent and a scholar! thank you!

I would try to call you big yin, but I'd fuck it up.

Bobby's tribute to Shane McGowan, which is free of bullshit and not all about himself. He does have his moments.

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/dec/08/shane-macgowan-bobby-gillespie-primal-scream-pogues

I saw that and reflected that Bobby also called Martin Duffy his "soul brother" on Twitter when he died. I suspect he treated Shane MacGowan a little better though.

He couldn't resist though:

"I’d admired him as far back as Gabrielle, by The Nips."

LOL yes, spotted that.

xxp
Ah, ye see, when ye make someone an honorary family member, it's no' about the coin or the wage. It's about the bonds, the kinship, the ties that bind ye together

"Shane, lemme help ya oan tae the stage here...aye, just squeeze past Duffy and his organs. Wits that? Aye, ye'll get the 'enhanced' session players wage for singin' tonight that we talked aboot...no, no dinnae worry, ol' Duffy knows wits guid for haim, he's on the basic rate".

I missed this bit of Boaby news...

https://www.thefashionisto.com/hm-holiday-2023-campaign/

Bobby Gillespie and his sons Lux and Wolf have been chosen to star in clothing company H&M’s holiday 2023 campaign. They have just arrived at photographer Mikael Jansson's studio.

Boab: Fer fuck's sake, try an' be a bit mair... street... an' don't be comin' oot wi any o' yer toffee nosed patter, by the way.

Wolf: But papa, you and mama did pay for us to have a very expensive private education, you cannot expect us to converse like common street urchins.

Boab: Aye, well at least try an' look like common street urchins! Huv ye no' learned any'hin' fae yer auld man? Ah've been fuckin' dinin' oot fer years oan ma deprived childhood as a Tenement Kid despite comin' fae Mount Florida... here, did ye know ah wrote a book aboot it?

Photographer: Bobby! Come on in! And this must be...

Boab: This is Wolf and that yin hidin' at the back therr is Lux. Stupid fuckin' names ah know, ah wahnted tae ca' them Darren and Barry but the wife thoat different... any'hin' fer an easy life though, am ah right?

Photographer: Er, absolutely, I'll just let you get yourselves prepared while I carry on setting up.

Boab: Fire away, big yin, fire away!

Turning back to his sons.

Boab: Right, you two, afore we go any further, let's huv some ground rules. Nae "sayin' cheese", ye've goat tae look as crabbit and torn faced as me. Ah've goat ma image tae consider. Ma public expect me tae be mean, moody and magnificent and be kickin' aboot wi ma face permanently fuckin' trippin' me, no' grinnin' like a fuckin' jackass... and the same goes fer ma boeys, they've goat tae look like miserable cunts tae.

Wolf: Oh that'll be no problem, papa.

Lux (petulantly): We have actually modelled before, papa, we do know our way round a photographer's studio.

Boab (to Wolf): Here, hark it him! Thinks he's fuckin' Naomi Campbell aw o' a sudden!

Lux: I don't want to do this stupid photoshoot anyway, papa! I'm supposed to be meeting Rupert, Allegra and Piers for tiffin at three! It's all so dashed inconvenient!

Wolf: Yes, I'm expected at Ophelia, Persephone and Ferdinand's for five. This is awfully burdensome, papa.

Boab: Awfy burdensome? I'll awfy burdensome you in a minute, ya ungrateful wee cu...

Bobby's reprimand is cut off by his phone ringing.

Boab: Fuck... who's this... oh here it's yer Granda Gillespie, whit's the auld cunt efter noo?

Boab: Hullo?

*muffled voice on the other end of the phone*

Boab: Ah'm in the middle o' a fuckin' photoshoot wi' ma boeys, da!

*muffled voice*

Boab: Aye, ah've no' forgoatten.

*muffled voice*

Boab: Fer fuck sake da! Ah'm (looks around, covers phone and lowers voice) 62.

*muffled voice*

Boab: Awright... ah will... ah will...

*muffled voice*

Boab: Naw, ah don't wahnt tae hear aboot how your attempt tae win the Govan by-election in 1988 was sabotaged by Robert Maxwell, naeb'dy wahnt's tae hear that...

*muffled voice*

Boab: Listen da, let it go...

*louder muffled voice*

Boab: ... da... da... it never happened... (sotto voce) Christ, no' this again...

*even louder muffled voice*

Boab (rolling eyes): Aye, da, ye were a great candidate, it wisnae your fault ye loast wan o' the safest Labour seats in the country tae the SNP...

*muffled voice louder still*

Boab: Aye, right da, the Tartan Tories ah know, ah know, ah've fuckin' heard it a million times...

*and louder*

Boab: ... da... da... ah've goat tae go! Right? Tell maw we'll see her efter Hogmanay...

*muffled voice*

Boab: ... right ... right. See ye.

*muffled voice*

Boab (turning to his sons): See that fuckin' Granda o' yours? He's fuckin' delusional, so he is. Aw he does is make stuff up that didnae happen, or try an' make oot he wis at the centre o' every'hin' that ever happened in the world. He's constantly inflatin' his own importance and bummin' aboot his achievements and aw the fuckin'...

Suddenly notices that both his sons and the photographer have gone very quiet and are looking somewhat sheepish.

Boab: ... whit? (suddenly animated) Here, huv we goat a fuckin' photoshoot oan here or whit? We've goat some shite fuckin' claes tae sell, boeys!

Jansson: Er, yeah. Can we have all three of you over here.

Boab: Nae bother, big yin.

Jansson: Now can we have a little bit of a smile...

Boab: ... let me stoap ye right there.

Has something Bobby G related happened? (Asking based on a fairly random Twitter post).

idk, has another of his employees died in penury after getting a rough deal from him? that was the last thing he got cancelled for

He's voting Labour after all?

Rocky Erikson, Keir Starmer - Thay baith shagged donkies fur sterters

He recorded a video in support of Corbyn's campaign which, when posted on the Vote Corbyn twitter account, got deluged with replies calling him a cunt and bringing up his treatment of Martin Duffy. The Vote Corbyn people called him Bobbie Gillespie lol.

The day after the night before, Jeremy Corbyn is sitting in his constituency office with his PA, going through his appointments for the day.

Jeremy: There's a note here to say a "Bobbie Gillespie" wants to meet today, do I know this woman?

PA: That's not a woman. He's a well known singer, well, when I say well known...

Jeremy: ...a folk singer?

PA: Not quite, he sings with a band called Primal Scream...

Jeremy: Oh! Should I know them?

PA: They were popular in the 1990s but they've not really done much lately.

Jeremy: Oh well, you know me, I will always make time for constituents who are down on their luck.

The intercom rings.

Receptionist: Jeremy, I have a... I'm sorry what was your name again?

Voice in the background.

Boaby: Just tell him it's Boaby, he's expecting me, hen.

Receptionist: Er... a Mr. Bo Peep ....

Boaby: Boaby! Boaby Gillespie!

Jeremy: Ah Mr Gillespie, send him in.

Boaby flings open the door and stands triumphantly, arms outstretched.

Boaby: We did it!

Jezza: Er, yes, it appears we did.

Boaby: You and me, big yin, whit a team! Come ower here...

Jeremy hesitates.

Boaby (stretching arms even wider): Come oan!

Jeremy rises from his chair and Boaby gives him the Boaby equivalent of a bear hug.

Boaby: And they said it couldnae be fuckin' done! (whispering in Corbyn's ear) And mibbes it widnae huv if it hudnae been for yours truly, the bold Boaby!

Boab eventually relinquishes his hold on Jeremy who is relieved to make his way back behind his desk.

Jeremy: Yes, well all 24,000 voters played their part.

Boaby: Yer fuckin' no' jokin' therr, auld yin! That's fuckin' democracy fur ye! Even fuckin' insignificant naebodies can make a contribution, no' jist important cunts like you and me, Jezza...

Jeremy: ... well that's not quite what I meant but...

Boaby (oblivious): ... ah mean, ma wee promotional veedeo obviously helped get the young yins on board, otherwise it would huv been aw doddery auld cunts like yersel' votin', nae offence...

Jeremy (slightly irritated, to his PA): What age is this guy?

Boaby (still oblivious): ... and who better tae appeal tae the disaffected youth o' Islington North than someone capable o' speakin' their language, tho' huvvin' said that ah've goat nae idea whit the fuck they're sayin' maist o' the time...

PA (rifling through her notes): Er, 63, Jeremy.

Jeremy: Ah right, I remember now, you recorded an appeal to voters...

Boaby: Aye, o' course ah did! Whit, huvvin' a wee senior moment there, Jezza? Nae offence...

Jeremy bristles and shifts in his chair.

Jeremy (changing the subject rapidly): So, er, Bobby, have you lived in the constituency long?

Boaby: Aye fer fuckin' donkeys, mate, man and boey. Broat ma kids up here an' everyhin'.

Jeremy: So they'll have attended one of our fine local state schools.

Boaby's turn to shift uneasily in his chair and rapidly change the subject.

Boaby: Aye... well, er ... came doon here fae fuckin' Glesga wi' no' so much as a fuckin' brass farthing...

PA (sotto voce to Jeremy): He moved here from Brighton in the 2000s.

Boaby (in full storytelling mode): ... aye, followed the same path as so many puir Scots in times gone by, forced tae leave their ain fowk and weel kent faces behind (voice cracking with emotion)and tak the low road tae seek a better life doon South...

Jeremy (trying to interrupt): ... well that's...

Boaby (pressing on regardless): ...aye it's a lang way fae the Bucky strewn backstreets o' Mount Florida. Who'd've thocht a mere tenement kid lik' me wid be instrumental in a disgraced former leader o' the Labour Party gettin' re-electit!

Jeremy: Yes, well, I have quite a lot to get through today, as you can imagine...

Boaby: Nae rest fur the wicked, eh, auld yin?

Jeremy: ... yes yes, you could say that, but it's been a pleasure, er, Bobby.

Boaby: The pleasure's aw mine, Jezza! Next time ye need ma help jist gie's a shout!

Jeremy ushering Boaby to the door.

Jeremy: Yes, I will.

Boaby: And ah know ye'll come down lik' a ton o' bricks on aw this antisocial behaviour that goes oan in ma neighbourhood. Ah mean, ah've fuckin' boaght ma hoose so ah shouldnae huv tae put up wi' a load o' fuckin' neds fae cooncil hooses. It's lik' bein' back in Mount Florida and huvvin' tae deal wi' Jim Kerr an' his young team fae Toryglen!

Jeremy: Er, yes, as I say I'm a very busy man.

Boaby: Ah know ah can count oan you, Jezza!

Boaby eventually is finally manoeuvred out of the room only to pop his head round the door.

Boaby: You scratch ma back, (winks) eh big yin?

The door closes and a relieved Corbyn stands with his back to it.

Jeremy (to his PA): Yes, what you were saying earlier about strengthening security in the constituency office, let's look into that.

lol

recently came across this actual Boaby bullshit in Rob Young's "All Gates Open: The Story of Can":

Irmin Schmidt: Do you remember which composition of Stockhausen you went to?

Andrew Innes: It was a piece with helicopters - and it was just beautiful.

Irmin Schmidt: THat's his string quartet with four helicopters. Each of the four musicians plays inside one of the helicopters. And they communicate with each other, as far as they can communicate, through that noise.

Bobby Gillespie: My dad doesn't drink any more, but before he went to this pub in Glasgow every Friday night. And one Friday night a helicopter crashed into the pub. There was a band on staf which was in the middle of playing, and some dust came down from the ceiling. The boys in the band said, "Wow, it looks like we brought the house down." Then the bar collapsed and eight people died. My dad didn't go to the pub on that night, because there was something wrong with his car. Normally he went to this pub exactly around the time when that helicopter crashed there.

Irmin Schmidt: Anyway, you mentioned Stravinsky...

The Clutha Vaults was the pub. Used to drink in there occasionally myself!

The boys in the band said, "Wow, it looks like we brought the house down."

lol, rock 'n' roll eh?

They certainly weren't playing Stockhausen I'm sure of that.

Also, Bob seems to be suggesting his dad was a regular drink driver.

“It’s redolent of the indomitable spirit of the Glaswegian.”

boak

"There is also a thread of compassion running through the album"

sure there is, Boab's wallet is sewn shut with threads o' compassion!

“The title is a Glaswegian term. If someone threatens to fight you, you say ‘come ahead’.

And then stick a broken bottle in their face, that's the indomitable and compassionate spirit of the Glaswegian right there. You can be sure that that phrase had never passed Bobby's lips before he had to dream up a title for the album.

His Da looks like a bell end too

The new song is...not completely worthless!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3RGOlGca-j8