Tag Archives: Las Vegas

This is where I’m living now

ALBEIT, temporarily, while just round the corner is the Wee Kirk o’ the Heather where you can get hitched.

The Golden Nugget

Shrimps run out at hack party in Vegas – riot ensues

I’M NOT IN LAS VEGAS, thanks gods, for the egregious  Consumer Electronics Show, but I have my moles who are.

And last night there was an event intended to be for us esteemed journalists where things got a bit out of hand.

The organisers ran out of food, blocked the doors to stop people coming in, and then ejected everyone. Some poor little lass was put in charge of the portal to prevent entry.

The waiters were up in arms too, according to my reliable mole. Some blogger threatened to write about CES had run out of shrimp cocktails and refused to provide any more.

Only in Vegas. ♥

Jock McFrock – the bekilted engineer – returns

WEE JOCK McFrock, the bekilted engineer, hasnae been seen for many a day since VNU bought theinquirer.net.

But he’s nae dead, nor is he forgotten. We had an emissive from him just today and he is looking forward to skilleting many a fish in the year of our Lord 2010.

As he said to me when I chatted to him on McSkype: “Och, ye cannae put a guid mon doon.”

He asked to be remembered to all of his “auld friends fit he met in bonny Lost Wages a muckle back.”

He asked me specifically – “Mike, can ye nae find that picture of the rainbow and the crock of gold at CES fit ye published a thae years back?”

It took me a while to go through the archives, but here it is, in all of its snowy glory.