Two weeks of non-stop fun…and more to go!

Oooooft After the past couple of weeks of late night partying it’s the only word that springs to mind.

There’s always “yikes”, though as there’s still another month of it to go! It’s been great fun, mind.

Last Friday I was in Aberdeen celebrating The Garage’s second birthday with special guest Verne Troyer, Mini Me in the Austin Powers movies.

What a funny and talented man he is. The crowd lapped him up, quite literally as many had all 2ft 8 of him bouncing around on their laps as he thrilled them with star-filled stories of life in Hollywood.

Only dodgy moment was when the candles on the cake nearly set him alight!

The Scottish Music Awards the Tartan Clefs at the Old Fruitmarket was on Saturday and that was a barnstorming success for the charity which I chair, Nordoff Robbins Music Therapy Scotland.

It raised more than £135,000 for this vital service.

We had fantastic live performances from Julie Fowlis, X Factor’s Nicholas McDonald, LaFontaine’s, Idlewild, Fatherson, The Prides and a jaw dropping rendition of Small Town Boy from big time star Jimmy Somerville.

Right from the off I knew the night was going to be a belter, and the die was cast on the red carpet when fellow Sunday Post columnist Lorraine Kelly finally clocked what was printed on the inside of my new tartan jacket.

Unprintable and hilarious her face was a picture.

Then there was the hilarious and again unprintable stage comments from Still Game’s Ford Kiernan and Greg Hemphill, the shaky mic techniques of Regular Music’s Mark Mackie, the tale of percussionist Steve Forman’s musical career and recent battle with the Home Office to listen to, and the amazing mimicry skills of Lewis Macleod.

And it was all held together by our worried STV hosts David Farrell and Storm Huntley.

The Tartan Clefs is NRMTS’s main fundraiser of the year and the very emotional and heartfelt appeal made by Lyndsey Currie, the mother of one of our clients, Cody, certainly helped us in that aim. When she addressed the crowd it was so quiet you could hear the waiter scratch his pencil.

The end was one of mad, friendly, drunken revelry, enjoyed by all at the time, totally regretted by many the next day especially those who had to be pulled by their feet out of the toilet.

No rest for the wicked, though, and the next night I watched ageing superstars The Who go through the motions. More My Geriatric than My Generation!

This week’s been just as mad. First off I met up with Susan Boyle to present her with a fans’ choice Tartan Clef at our Broxburn Centre. I was then a model at a Cash For Kids fashion show more Airfix than Armani!

I also celebrated The Cathouse Rock Club’s 24th birthday. It’s a legendary club older than some of my friends’ kids. Tonight I have Saxon and ICW Wrestling to look forward to. Phew! And so the list goes on and on.

I really do need a body double or treble but I should watch how much I drink at these functions now a packet of wine gums can put you over the drink drive limit.

At this rate I won’t be able to get behind a wheel until next Easter.

Still, I could always take a taxi or use our great public transport network. Now there’s those words again “Ooooft! Yikes!”