Check me right oot! My very own column.

It's all terribly exciting and I can't wait to share my daft escapades with you lovely Evening Times readers each week.

For those of you who don't have a clue as to who I am, hello, I'm Gary Lamont, better known for playing Robbie Fraser; big gay hairdresser and Shieldinch resident on BBC Scotland's River City.

Actor, self confessed selfie addict and all round wido. I'm in fantastic company, eh? My column sisters: Janice, Gail, Michelle and Cat are all brilliant and I love reading what they've been up to each week. So, here I am, your new Wednesday lassie. Hump day no more!

I'll provide you with a round up of what's been going on in Glasgow toon. I'm fortunate enough to be invited to some of the best events, gigs and latest happenings in our Dear Green Place and more often than not, I end up pie eyed with a few tales to tell.

As well as the anecdotes and in light of my selfie addiction, the editor has granted me a selfie of the week section. I am thrilled! It will be filtered to death (It works for Kim Kardashian) but rest assured, I will be snapping anyone who crosses my path each week. No one is safe. You've all been warned. Shall we get cracking?

Spring has sprung, Braw! I love daffodils, seeing wee lambs in a field and in my opinion, there's no better cure to a rotten hangover than a discounted Easter egg from the supermarket.

Spring to me means one major thing though; next stop, summer! Hooray! summer is my favourite season of all, but with it comes my biggest dread - taps aff. What is it with us Scots and the compulsion to get our pasty bodies out at the first glimpse of any sunshine?

Now, old Mother Nature has been taunting us. We went from bright sunny days back to the rain, sleet and snow of winter all in one week. We film River City three months in advance, so the first part of the week we were basking in it, applying suncream and just as I was getting nice and freckly again, out came the thermals. August episodes call for lighter costumes. Naturally, no hats, gloves or scarfs allowed. My acting skills were tested to the limit when the director asked me to "not look so cold" during a take. Easier said than done, believe me. The old saying; "Never cast a cloot, till May is oot" has never been more relevant.

All of this aside, summer does bring out the need for all of us to get a bit fitter. I can no longer hide under layers of winter clothes, so I'm looking to shape up a bit. I was very fortunate to get a five week world trip in at the start of the year. I visited Perth, Melbourne and Sydney in Australia, then LA and New York on my way home. The only trouble is, months later, I'm still in holiday mode and that does not bode well for slimming doon. What's wrong with a cheeky wee bottle of wine mid week I hear you cry? Nothing. I just seem to have three bottles which leads me to scoffing a pizza on the hangover, then crisps, then ice cream...you get the picture.

No more. I'm on a mission. #athlete here I come. I plan to run, swim and gym my way to buffness; I even bought hillwalking boots, mainly to keep me in Scotland and not go abroad again (my credit card has officially gone on strike). We have stunning scenery on our doorstep and it's all for free.

So, off I went with my pal Jono and his dog Doug in tow. Loch Goil was our chosen destination and we were all set for scaling those rolling hills in our brand new clobber. But the reality of it was as follows; we took a few wrong turns en route and were nearly two hours later than planned in getting there from Glasgow. Then a herd of very aggressive and not to be messed with Highland cows barricaded our intended ascent route, our iPhones didn't have any GPS past Luss, meaning an alternative route was out of the question. Who knew you needed to print out an actual map? We basically walked through a farm, there was one decent hill for us to stop and scoff our packed lunches at the top of, but ultimately, we got to a quarry entrance that demanded we didn't enter. It wasn't overly successful, but my new boots got a bit of mud on them and Jono has ordered a book detailing the best Scottish walks. We shall seek to be better. At least we tried, eh? I can feel the six pack coming already.

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