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Tuesday, 28 April 2026

Lazy morning. An Uber to the airport in plenty of time given the EES situation. Assistance desk found and driven the long walk to T2, and through passport control to the gate. There was a bar close at hand. No way Annie was going to manage the various problems without the magic assist, and no way I was going to return and run the gauntlet of passport control on my own, as there already was a long queue of non EU not moving. So Annie got dumped at the gate, I went back upstairs to the bar. Only one draught lager on, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. T2 is a big shed as suspected. No DFs for Alan.

We saw the ‘plane arrive so went back down.  People were going through the control whilst passengers were still disembarking.

Anyway, we got on OK. And we got an early rollback, a swift flight and arrived 20 early at EDI.

Home before 19:00.  Annie decided to head off tonight. I was going to go to the Shore for food but couldn’t face it, so I defrosted a stew in the microwave and had that.  Unpacked, washing on and a Jury citation to finish off the night!

Monday, 27 April 2026

Our last full day, breakfast first.

I researched details of getting through to the Ryanair shed at T2.  It looks unlikely I’ll get a lounge visit.

I booked a boat trip to the Westhafn canal, taking over 2 hours.

It was really great, possibly the best one I’ve done and so much better than the 1-hour one I did here before. Again, a lovely sunny day (cool on the canal), and taking us from the city centre, through industrial areas, into rural settings. Interestingly I saw no barges/houseboats or facilities for those on the Westhafn canal or in fact anywhere.

 

We got a bus back to the Gaffel (Annie totally pissed off with the absence of lifts at the stations).

Annie had Rosabeef, and got in the Rotwein rhythm. I had a Schweinsaxe.  Well, most of it.

Afterwards, another bus to the East Side Gallery wall, with which Annie seemed underwhelmed (I’d been before). Thence a bus to Protokoll for a beer tasting.  I haven’t done my usual number this trip. And b

Buses back to the hotel for Weisswein.  Annie to bed, me for Iberico croquettes! 

Sunday, 26 April 2026

A lazy later breakfast. And a lazy-ish day.

We went to visit Checkpoint Charlie, stopping for a beer at a courtyard of food and drink stalls and basking in the sun. We did not visit the Disgusting Food Museum.

Next stop was the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church which Annie had spotted from the HoHo trip and wanted to visit.  It’s fascinating.  Mostly a bombed-out ruin, with marks of shelling etc.  A moving visit.

Once again too many stairs for Annie with inoperative lifts before escaping to the Castle (my favourite Berlin bar) on a pleasant if once again cool day. After 4 beers, trams took us to dinner at the Belmondo where we had a lovely relaxing dinner to take us down from all the travels and travails of the day.

The football results were fun.

Saturday, 25 April 2026

To the Hb ftp catch the train to Dresden.  I’d forgotten how difficult it is to find your way around, even though I knew where the platform was.  The main problem was that few of the lifts were working.  However, we manged in the end. The train (the Berliner) was a Czech loco-hauled train to Prague.  Top speed 200kph, barely qualifying as high-speed, and that reached infrequently.  Still, we got there in 1 ½ hours through the lovely North German Plain.

Arriving at Dresden Hbf, and assessing the situation, I booked a HoHo and a tram pass, as the city has an excellent system.

The HoHo trip was excellent; taking around 2 ½ hours through and beyond the city on both sides of the Elbe. A sunny day to see what was a much more attractive city than I expected, with many grand buildings on the east.  There was an air of GDR nostalgie in the bus commentary, and no mention of the Holocaust, unlike the attitude in Berlin. I learned a lot about Dresden, which has been destroyed on a number of occasions. There is a lovely bridge from which Canaletto pained a famous view.

It’s also closer to the Polish and Czech borders than I’d realised.

 

The problem with a Hoho is having too little time to actually hop on and off as we were heading back to Berlin. I’d be happy to return.

Anyway at the end of the trip we lunched at a Paulaner pub; nice grub and beer, before making use of our tram passes to wander around, completing our visit with a final beer in the Watzke Am Ring.

Our return train was delayed.  Also my phone battery was draining.  I’d arranged to meet Steve Macfarlane for a beer at the Brauhaus Lemke, so I messaged him to see if he had a charger with him. He had fortunately.

Tnhe train back was also Czech loco-hauled; this time the Hungaria starting from Budapest.

 

Arriving at the Hbf, more problems in transit with the lifts poor even in here.  And when we got the Sbahn to Alexanderplatz it was so bad that Annie got a taxi to the hotel.  So I was late to meet at Brauhaus Lemke but he’d had a few.  He’d brought a battery pack for my phone, bless him. He ate (I was full) and then we went to Berliner Marcus Brau, recommended by Jason M.  A great wee Kneipe.  I left and got to the hotel for 22:30 to find the bar surprisingly busy, mostly with English.

That’s Saturday done. 

Friday, 24 April 2026

Up for fruhstück, but they had no bacon! Otherwise fine.

After, I booked rail tickets for Dresden tomorrow; a HoHo for today, and assistance for Annie for the flight home.

We had a highly successful HoHo, culminating in a visit to the Gaffel Haus where I was last with along with Dick. Annie had a Currywurst and Kölsch which she loved. Pork medallions for me, and much Kölsch.

Then we took a walk along to the Reichstag, and the Brandenburg Gate before having cocktails at the Hotel Adlon, which Annie was in a frenzy to do.  TBH it was great fun, and a wee taste of gracious living.

We got the Ubahn to the hotel for a nightcap (and Lasagna for me).

Thursday, 23 April 2026

We were up early on a sunny day for departure. Our aeroplane is on its way to Bergerac, then back to fly us to Berlin. No problems so far.

Security was a breeze (but Annie got stopped), and we relaxed in the Turkish Airlines lounge, bought our Berlin travel passes, and awaited our inbound. Our gate was 12, very handy for us.

The usual wait to get through the gate to board, and little space left in the overheads. Still, we made it, although rollback was 20 minutes late.

At the other end a wheelchair appeared to take Annie! (Later, reviewing my booking. It appears that I asked for assistance, although I totally forgot about it.) Anyway, we (I was included as the carer 😊)were taken swiftly on a long walk to the S Bahn station, up and down lifts, and to the front of the long queue for EES entry: a godsend. So we got the S/U to Heinrich Heine Ubahn station which didn’t have easy access, I’d forgotten, so it was a bit of a struggle for Annie. Anyway, we got across the road to the hotel and checked in fine. The receptionist was from Galicia and wanted to learn Gaelic. And we got a free Cava.

 

After a rest and our cava, I took Annie to the Marinehaus which Dick and I enjoyed on our lst visit. They no longer have the Chardonnay I liked so much.  The Schnitzel was far too big, but overall a very pleasant meal.  We stopped off at Gitti’s on the way back for ein kleine bier.  Their Warsteiner was poor. And so to bed.

Wednesday, 22 April 2026

A grey start.  Today, a holiday haircut, Annie, and the Aitkens.

I did my packing yesterday, so I am prepared for a swift departure tomorrow, DV.

I have started to use AI a little more.  Mostly Gemini which I have used to suggest itineraries for the future, and a bit of Copilot.  Gemini seems the more user-friendly so far.  I took a look at Chat GPT some time ago but didn’t love it.  Given the amount of tweaking and add-ons I’ve been doing recently, my IT skills are returning/increasing, so we’ll see.  Having said that, these are modern, not the old MSDOS commands etc, I cut my teeth on.

I went out to post my vote, get some milk (for Annie) & my haircut. Unfortunately, Ceri was busy so I made an appointment for 3pm. About the time Annie is due so she may have to join Bill at the Shore!

The sun has emerged, but it’s cooler than yesterday, I think.

Annie arrived as I was getting my haircut, but she stayed in the car (Bill and Lawrance had gone to Teuchter’s).

I returned and we chatted and had some of my newly-acquired Chardonnay; it was fine!

Then to Ryrie’s to meet Frances and Jim.  There, I stuck to wine, before we went to Locando, where as usual the meal and company was excellent.

Home for the back of ten, me pished!

Tuesday, 21 April 2026

The April North Sea high, so cold breezes and cloud whilst the west bathes in warm sunshine for the next wee while.

My wine delivery was made. However, I have deferred my haircut until tomorrow.

Fergie called to wish us Bon Voyage. He is looking much better, and livelier. All their decorating has been done, so peace prevails. His elder son is retiring shortly, apart from a little sideline.

Despite the cool breeze, the sunshine was a sufficient incentive to sit out with the second half of fizz, and Willie Nelson.

Tuesday, 21 April 2026

The April North Sea high, so cold breezes and cloud whilst the west bathes in warm sunshine for the next wee while.

My wine delivery was made. However, I have deferred my haircut until tomorrow.

Fergie called to wish us Bon Voyage. He is looking much better, and livelier. All their decorating has been done, so peace prevails. His elder son is retiring shortly, apart from a little sideline.

Despite the cool breeze, the sunshine was a sufficient incentive to sit out with the second half of fizz, and Willie Nelson.

Monday, 20 April 2026

I decided to cast my List vote for the Alliance

After that, some house cleaning; TBH mostly done by Neato.

I got an email from Aegean Air offering me 30% off flights.  Tempted, I took a look.  EDI – ATH would cost £306 in cattle class.  The sale doesn’t appear to be available for Business.  I took a look at my notes from my previous trip, and Skytrax reviews.  Business class isn’t worth it, and cattle class seats are terrible.  So, no.

Cherry blossom is in full glorious bloom, I love it.

A washing, hung out on the balcony, induced me to pour some fizz, and sit out in the sun listening to some music, cool though it was.

And to the South, dark cloud…  Which rolled North, driving me in eventually along with a chill breeze. Oh well.

Sunday, 19 April 2026

I brined a beef rib yesterday and am cooking it slowly today.  I hope it comes out well.

A big soccer day in England today. (Good results for Liverpool and Man City.)

Avoiding the Malt today (no one there I’d know afaik), I dropped in late to the Shore, and met Peter from Toronto, who was intrigued by my Nova Scotia sweatshirt.  An interesting chap, he stays mostly in Edinburgh but visits home occasionally (family and business). It was his first visit to Leith though.  He is about to take a Charter flight, saying it’s certainly more convenient and perhaps not as expensive as one would think. An interesting chap.

Back home, and I sat out on the balcony awhile listening to  rubbish music from a fisherman below.

The rib was good, if slightly oversalted.

Saturday, 18 April 2026

A lazy day.  Late on I went for a pint to Teuchter’s and ran into Tash and Nigel. They told me that Danny H had done very well out of the National.  The bar was heaving. Charlotte B behind the bar is going to Cape Town.  Then Danny H arrived.  He had placed a bet on the Scottish National which duly trotted up.  I’d no idea he was a gambling man.

To the Shore for a finisher.  Another chap, Colin, whom I haven’t seen for ages was in.  He’s going to Singapore for a trip.  I recommended LeVel33 to him.

Carol and Steve came in also, but I made it home before 7.

Some late sun on the balcony.  Ducks have seemingly taken over the  swans nest.

An early night.

Friday, 17 April 2026

Teuchter’s with BnB and Lawrence.  A bonus for Bill; there was an order mistake in the kitchen resulting in kedgeree for lunch.

Returning home, a Ballot paper awaited me, 22 candidates/parties on the list; a record?  Most of the people/parties I’ve never heard of, and I’ve received precious few leaflets: the latest one from the Tories.

I made Carrot and Coriander soup which had to had to cool so I popped over to the  Shore. Jack Black was in excellent form. Martin was in, I hadn’t seen him in ages.  He said he’d been working in London. Iain Macniven arrived; he usually dines there on a Friday evening (alone). Home for 6 to finish soup.

Edinburgh snatched a victory from the jaws of defeat.

Thursday, 16 April 2026

I saw this on my Facebook feed, interesting.

I spent most of the day on a PC Reset.  

Wednesday, 15 April 2026

Shopping was trouble-free.  It seems like vehicles have sussed the Bernard St problem and are avoiding the area when possible.

A message from Bill; George is home.  Followed by a message from Issy Mallinson, her ex, Paul Astbury has died.  Very sorry, he was a fun guy.

A hilarious fallout between Sarwar and Offord.  Even BBC Jokeland is reporting it.

I’ve ordered some wine from Rickety Bridge, that Chardonnay I liked so much. It will be delivered next Tuesday DV.

Then to the Shore where Bill had a table as we were joined by Lawrance, then Mike. I drank too much and eventually home for 17:30. 

Tuesday, 14 April 2026

I’ve spent most of the day in updating my digital travels files, including Multidev maps. The problem is one’s knees freeze.

Word from Stuart C, his mum is in hospital with a stroke; not looking good.  So the curry for tomorrow is off.

A Chinese carry-out then.

Fergie got home.

Monday, 13 April 2026

I see an Anti guga hunt wanker from London is standing in Edinburgh Central and on the list.

Sunday, 12 April 2026

Sunday shop I called Pamela to see how she’s doing. As I assumed, pretty fed up!

Tom G has a new job with a hotel called Arthouse in Glasgow.  He is celebrating in Benidorm with the family (returns tomorrow).

To the Malt and Hops with Justice and Julian and later Geoff. Alan is off to Turkey this week. Rain arrived, necessitating a stop at the Shore where Stevie Moan was bigging up Man City.  Robert was replaced this week on the piano.

Orban has lost, hooray.

Saturday, 11 April 2026

A bit of rain to start the day.

I went to the Malt to hand over DF tobacco to Alan who was suitably grateful. He informed me what a Soggy Muppet was.  I was not that grateful!

 

Over to Teuchter’s for the rugby. Nigel Danny and latterly Chris were in attendance. .  Glasgow were simply outplayed by Toulon.  A big disappointment, and Franco will be very unhappy.  Perhaps the long season is beginning to tell. Nigel told us of his culinary efforts for tomorrow: pork and beef ribs.  Loved it.  Stefano arrived as we about to leave.; me for curry.

Back home for the womens’ game: a good result and also finally a victory for the Dons new manager.

Friday, 10 April 2026 

I decided to wear a jacket and shirt to walk to Teuchter’s.  Cooler than I anticipated. I was first in and had a coffee and heard all about the party from Louise. Bill Lawrance and Bruce arrived in course. Per Bill, George hopefully gets home next week, ditto Fergie. After Bruce left Bill and I were joined by Danny H who was just back from a glorious trip on the Leeds – Liverpool canal.  Home before 4pm.

Nice to be back.

I hadn’t noticed until late that it was Grand National meeting this weekend.  I had a  wager. A 20/1 winner and a couple of EWs. Nice.

The Bath Northampton game was exciting.  A narrow win for Bath.  I wonder what the league game will be like in a couple of weeks.

Thursday, 09 April 2026

A grey day. But some achievements: I fixed my stuck shaver socket. I used MS Clipchamp for the first time to created videoclips of trip images. It’s time consuming, but hopefully worthwhile, and a useful skill.

That said, I’ll maybe try it on PowerPoint.

Nice to have some Scottish Smoked salmon for dinner.

Wednesday, 08 April 2026

Jogging shorts on for the first time this year…

And my first Wednesday shop for a while; quite a bit of stocking up. Returning, the ongoing chaos caused by the closure of Bernard St caused jams on the Shore, with parked delivery vehicles adding to the “fun”.

At least the weather continues fine, so the last of my washing went on the balcony, whilst I started work on editing my trip images into a coherent whole.

I met Bill at the Shore and we exchanged our news.  George is still in the WGH, with seemingly no word of early release.

Mike was also there, in the middle, so was somewhat at a loss about all these medical matters!

Tuesday, 07 April 2026

The holiday washing has been completed and blog updated.

I decided to give the car a run, and started off by going to the Post Office to exchange  my foreign currency (3 varieties!). I’d forgotten that Bernard St is closed for the gas leaks, and the whole are is choked, so I drove back to the house to dump my cash before heading to East Linton butcher via Morrison’s for petrol. Pies etc bought, the engine clean, I headed home and found the weather change had arrived; it was pleasantly warm.

So I gave into temptation and went for a glass to the Shore.  Mike was there, along with a chap from Valencia, Eduardo.  It turned out he is pals with Nachos and knows Tom also; small world. The sun and seating were both out.

Also, a new barman, Dan who is Latvian although he has lived in England most of his life and has the accent to prove it.  A nice chap.

Leaving, I headed for the balcony for a finisher.  It was warm but cloudy.  A good day.

Monday, 06 April 2026

Good sleep, and I went to Sainsbury to stock up, dodging the potholes I hadn’t really missed at all.  Without ripe  bananas, a sausage and bacon roll seemed like a good idea. This meant buying Sainsbury sausage instead of my usual Anderson’s.

Another day of catching up, and sorting through my trip records etc

Pamela called.

Sunday, 5 April 2026

Sunrise and breakfast.  I went to the loos, to find that a child was trapped which I deduced from its wails.  I went to tell a steward and got in the other one.  The ones in Club World are relatively spacious, even comfortable. We landed early, and I eventually checked in for my EDI flight and made my way to an Aspire lounge. It was very busy there but once again the SoP came to my aid and I was ushered to the table by a waitress. A chap asked me if he could join me, failing anywhere else.

Alistair turned out to be from Tolsta and Plasterfield!  He is an oil and gas Expat and was most enjoyable company. We reminisced over old times and new before I left to board my flight from a gate adjacent to the lounge. This was a 1-year-old A320N. Weather is OK here…

Rollback was 1 minute early, but a long taxi to the other end of the runway.  On the way to cruising altitude I could see HS2 scarring the landscape.  There was plenty turbulence, a remnant of storm Dave.  On descent, plenty of snow on the Border hills.

There was no jetbridge! Sunny in Edinburgh, aye, but with a thin shirt, Baltic. I got down to Reclaim and whilst waiting delivery, I got my rain jacket on. I had plenty of time because it took aeons. The belt started and stopped with nothing appearing. EDI up to its usual standard.

Eventually it got going and storm Dave left us.

The tram fortunately was its usual efficient self and got me home around 3.  Unpacked and washing on. The computer went through its updates. The Redmonds had left me a bottle of wine and flowers: nice. That left me with the decision about dinner. Carryout curry! The audiophone replacement trial worked.

Edinburgh lost somewhat more gallantly.  Then, a Hailstorm, with a temperature forecast of 20° on Tuesday!

Early night I think.

Saturday, 4 April 2026

My last day. A late breakfast to start with, then I checked out and left my luggage before a shopping visit to replace my USB C to 3.5 Jack adapter, which I managed with some effort in negotiating the vastness of the malls. I was sweating like the proverbial, so of course went for a coffee.

An Uber to the Mad Giant Taproom and after a few pints and a small but delicious snack, get back to pick up luggage and get the Gautrain to the aerodrome, which I did at 17:15.

There was an interesting chap called James at the bar. Originally Glaswegian, he has lived mostly in SA since his teenage years. He was watching the soccer: Man City v Liverpool. He was a Liverpool fan so most disconsolate. We chatted after the game; our views had much in common. He’d played pro football here, and done some writing. I said my farewells at last.

Back to the hotel to pick up my gear and get the Gautrain. Very poor service from BA check in gates. No one on Club World. First and cattle ok. Raging. Getting through security and Border checks not a breeze either. Eventually I got into the BA lounge and was met with sympathy and wine which (as was the intention) calmed me down.

Boarding also took an age. Still, at last I was ensconced with a glass of fizz. And several more. I was on the forward top deck so had a good view of the engines spooling up for takeoff. That was fun. The squalling brat near at hand was not, however. Fortunately, my newly acquired adapter helped drown out the little shit.

Friday, 3 April 2026

Easter weekend, and it’s my last full day. I have no idea of what to do. I looked at the home forecast for Sunday. Painful.  I had some bruises and grazes from my tumble last night.

I just wandered about a bit,   had dinner and checked in for my flight tomorrow.

Thursday, 2 April 2026

A swift early breakfast. I discovered there’s a shuttle from the hotel to the HoHo start, so really no excuse on this bright sunny morning. Had to ablute first, mind. The return shuttle bus runs at 17 hrs, so I’ll be gone long before, whether by train or Uber.

And so it began, on a hot and sunny day.  The tour takes 2.5 hours. Jozi is nowhere near as attractive as Cape Town. Many trees but also exclusive and gated areas away from the poverty. We passed the famous Cricket ground (can’t remember its name, Lawrance will know), Mandiba’s home and heard the story of the Rain Queen.  We passed  Roedean school, a street called the Carse O’ Gowrie and a monument to the Transvaal Scottish regiment, before heading to that strange place Gold Reef City Theme Park which is like a cross between a casino and thill-ride resort, right next to the Apartheid Museum.  Bizarre.  Quite a lot of passengers got off here.

The CBD is a chaotic mix between wealth and poverty. I’d forgotten that in SA G is usually pronounced as H as in Ruud Gullit.  We were told about the Click Song.

After the tour I got an Uber to Mad Giant Taproom and got speaking to an interesting chap called Matthew, with Essex roots. We talked a load of shite but it was fun as was the Juicy Lucy. The electricity was back on when I returned to the hotel.  I saw there was a Yellow Snow warning for Scotland!

Unsure about my last full day tomorrow, I decided to go over to Nelson Mandela Sq to eat.  On the way, I failed to see a step and went my length. Fortunately little damage except to my dignity, which I can afford.  Clothes OK.

There was a queue for the Trump so I went to The Butcher Shop across from it. These places in Nelson Mandela Square are big and busy. In fact, it’s like a small town. The restaurant also seems to sell meat. The food was good, and I couldn’t finish my steak. Stuffed and wandered lonely as a cloud to fine my way back just after 20:30. Given I’ve 2 bottles of red in the room, no visit to the bar tonight. I was puggled.

Wednesday, 1 April 2026

April Fool?

The weather in Jozi is set excellent for the remainder of my stay.

After a late breakfast, I went back to pack and laze until 13:30, to allow plenty of time to get to the airport and relax. I also tried to get WordPress app work for me but failed. The Uber said he’d drop me at Arrivals as rival taxis were fighting at CPT. Shades of the Glasgow Ice Cream wars?

I arrived too early to check in my case, so had to sit downstairs with a coffee: no wine to be had😭 First World problems… Which I overcame by Googling and finding a place up a floor. Still had to pay though. An excellent view over the airfield. Boarding, yet again the SoP cut though the queue. Perhaps I shouldn’t have the new knees. After hubris… I had taken my USB adapter off for the HoHo and hadn’t put it back in my airpurse. And there a squalling little boy nearby. Today’s aircraft is another 737-800. This one is 13 years old. But some of the staff I remember. Rollback on time, I napped on the plane and awoke to a beautiful sunset line and 1/3^rd  flightime left.

 

We arrived on schedule and I made my way to the train. Warm! Aerodromes are good (!) for upping the step count.

So, back in Jozi, I got up to my room, chilled for a mo and went down for a Sauvblanc outside on the deck poolside. There was a full moon shining down and it was very pleasant, until I was forced inside by the stench of smokers. A relatively early night.

Maybe a HoHo tomorrow.

Tuesday, 31 March 2026

I took an Uber to the start of the Table Mountain Cable car. The Stick of Power worked its magic again weaving me past all the queues.

Arriving at the top I thought that it may well be Mons Mensa but with the hordes of tourists, not a Tabula Rasa. I walked for about an hour along the trails, choosing a not too challenging route.  The views are of course spectacular on all sides, and some interesting wildlife too (lizards, birds Drassies (gopher).  I stopped frequently to sit for a rest and enjoy the views.

There was a  long queue wait to get back down but yet again the, SoP did its work. Back to the hotel for a rest and much-needed shower before heading to the House of Machines for a final visit before heading North tomorrow afternoon.

Dinner again at  Elvn: Sauvblanc, Ribeye, Parmesan Mash and a Pinot Noir, on a gorgeous evening.

I’d love to come back here.

Monday, 30 March 2026

Wine tour today.  I’d arranged a transfer from the hotel, was picked up by Richard 09:15 and off to Franschhoek on a hot sunny day. Unfortunately the tram route I’d selected was out of action so I arranged an alternate with a wee bit of tram. This is self-guided within limits. One is on one’s own but on coaches/tram transporting one at fixed times.

So first, a tram and bus to Rickety Bridge, which is owned by an English company. I selected the Cheese and Wine pairing: 4 of each. The Chardonnay was the pick: light, unoaked, elegant @ 12%. All 4 were delicious, as was the accompaniment. I had an additional shiraz, probably a mistake. If this place is typical, they must do well out of F&B from tourists.

 

Next up, a bus tram and tram-bus to Holden Manz. Each visit is in 1-hour multiples. Here I had Viognier, Semillon, Chenin and Chardonnay, along with a cold meat platter.  A mistake, it was  excessive!

 

Next to Maison on the bus where I met a nice NornIrish couple. This was my last visit of the as I was  starting to fade.

So beautiful and  more relaxing than the other wine tours I’ve been on. I went for a coffee before I was  picked up at16:45. Weary.

 

It was interesting to note that Wineries v Distillery is that the former has the crop grown there: the latter has the raw ingredients brought in but they have similar hospitality ventures?

A late Italian dinner at the hotel. To start, Lasagna Bites which were far too big for starters, and King Prawn Diavolo, with a single glass of red. Stuffed and to bed.

Sunday, 29 March 2026

We are now only an hour different from Scotland; SA doesn’t do time changes.

The early breakfast ploy worked, not busy, and ample time to recover for my HoHo later. There is a Jazz festival this weekend, with street closures.  This affected my stop on the  “Blue” HoHo route so I got an Uber to the main start.

 

The traffic was horrific but the sights and scenery magnificent. Photo opps were limited but I did my best.  We passed the Constantia Wine region, through a Shanty town and along the hills to the coast SW of the city.  There we passed though the resort towns of Camps Bay, Bantry Bay Sea Point and Llandudno!  Just a beautiful 2 ½ hours, and my best HoHo ever. Returning to the hotel, I decided to take a look at the rooftop bar and restaurant called Elvn (Eleven) for an obvious reason. It’s pretty spectacular, with great views  I had a Sauvblanc, before heading for beer to “Machines”.

Like the one in Red Glasgow, it’s a magnet for a certain type of woman. Some of them what McCall Smith describes as “Traditionally built”. Although Cape Town is the second city, it seems livelier, more exotic. Incidentally, black women seem to like huge false eyelashes. Also, one notices the “racial” differences: Nilotic, steatopic, etc. In the same way as long-headed Viking type, Celts etc.

There seem to be many more foreign women here determined on a good time (I am being euphemistic here). Perhaps I’m wrong, but might this be the female equivalent of Thailand? It seems much raunchier than Jozi, and I thought it would have been the other way round. But both (native) sexes seem so more graceful.

Anyway, after 2 pints in the pub I headed back to the hotel. The streets were loud with differing music and the vibe impressive. Let enjoyment prosper.

After a rest I returned to Elvn for dinner.  The balcony was full, the restaurant not. I sat inside, ordered dinner and a glass each of Sauvblanc and Pinot Noir, as well as lamb. The Tablecloth was down on the mountain, as the gloaming advanced. A few more people came in for dinner, as the light faded.

My lamb was delicious. Cape Town seems more sophisticated than Jozi.

On an entirely different topic, I have experimented with stopping my steroid inhaler to (a) if I could and (b) if this bloody catarrh would go away. So far yes and no.

Saturday, 28 March 2026

I went down for breakfast, it was very busy. Maybe come down later tomorrow.

Today has been wandering, taking in the area and of course a couple of bars. House of Machines was great, although the currywurst did not match Köln’s but what does?

Cape Town was cooler than the other places I’ve been this trip to, so a t-shirt worked well today. My new one attracted positive attention in the Machines. Thence to the Fireman’s Arms which is a large establishment, with separate rooms, including smoking ones.

After a couple, I went back to the hotel for a siesta.

Then back to the Fireman’s Arms to watch the rugby. There were a lot of transport police in cars managing traffic, or at least trying to. A sight not seen in UK lang syne. The main part of the bar where I sat was devoid on any other customers, but about 10 various screens showing various sports, mostly rugby. I ordered a beer and sat at a table suited to watch a number of screens.

Edinburgh were dire in the first half but went in level. I ordered wings as a half time snack.

We played much better in the second, but were outscored by the better team. The broadcasters, as usual focusing on the crowd rather than the game, showed a bonny lass asking for a Scottish husband. If only I had her number…

I went back to the hotel for another siesta and  booked a HoHo trip combined with a Table Mountain cable car trip. I intend to do the HoHo tomorrow and TM on Tuesday (wine tour is Monday), I leave on Wednesday to start the long trip homeward. Walking back to the hotel after the game I observed some bloody awful drivers. Back for 21:15. They remembered my name; they prefix it with Mr, so I’m Mr Norman. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I went down to the bar for a couple of Sangiovese. I was joined by an extremely well-endowed “nurse” with her assets on display who engaged me in conversation. She suggested that we meet up and I give her my WhatsApp number. As the press used to say “I made my excuses and left”. But I did. In truth, I have noticed some scantily clad attractive women wandering about. Research doesn’t indicate that this is a red light area, but still. Frankly, it’s embarrassing.

I have still to open my free CabSauv…

Friday, 27 March 2026

A week left. I see that all the other home nations lost out on World Cup games.

In passing, female hairstyles here are nowhere near as interesting as Jo’burg.

Today was about travel and waiting around. Khoza picked me up around midday to go to Victoria Falls airport. Checkin wasn’t yet available for my flight to JNB @ 15:50, but after a while it worked fine. Never do I get an edge using the stick of power but I think of Dick. Mind you, I don’t have to put too much of an act on nowadays.

I spent a couple of hours in a lounge, on the white wine, but not too much, given I’ll be waiting in Jo’burg too. The aircraft was the same as I flew before, but a better seat for viewing. Pax pretty much as last too, around 66%. It was a smooth flight, and much less cloud than on the up journey. I played music for most of it.

I arrived OK for my flight to Cape Town and rechecked bag etc. I decided it wasn’t worth it to go to a lounge as the nearest was quite far from my gate. Instead, near to my gate, was an Airport Craft Brewers bar. So the inevitable… And I watched Stormers v Cardiff for a bit. The flight was about full. A large lady was in the centre seat beside me, with another similar on her other side, poor quine. The aircraft was a 737-800 15 years old. Rollback was 11 late. Arrived on schedule, it was raining. They disembark by row sections, a very sensible thing we could learn from.

I ordered an Uber after picking my case up, and got to the hotel before 23:30. A swift check-in, dumped my stuff and down to the bar for 2 Pinot Gs.

Glasgow eventually won in a canter, but I think I’ll give the Stormers game tomorrow (today as I type this) a miss.

Tomorrow can take care of itself. Oh, the room is nice, but no free wine!

Thursday, 26 March 2026

An early breakfast on a sunny day, and Khoza came to take me for a village visit, the last of my organised activities for this tour. My last full day of Safari.

We drove about 40 minutes to reach it, along with his wife and youngest, who remained deeply suspicious of me. The village was more of a homestead set amongst other similar ones. They have about 9 acres mixed farming, goats, cattle, sorghum, millet, pumpkins etc. If too much rain, no melons. Also lemon, orange and banana

The family head took me one a tour around, before milking using a Judas calf! They don’t make cheese. Slaughtering is done on site. I was then invited to eat the produce with them. The women cook everything, including the peanuts, which I found unusual. A healthy veggie diet, and it was all good, including tea which I found strangely refreshing.

All very interesting and with an easy read-across to crofting life last century.

Returning to the lodge, I ordered a bottle of Sauvbanc, drinking a glass then and saving the rest for after dinner.  Tonight, Khoza took us to a café called Marula  where I had a sort of Tandoori Naan.  It was good!  There was a lonely train horn in the distance.  Freight, as the passenger service no longer runs.

Back at the lodgings, Paul Simon and Ladysmith Black Mambazo on the bar YouTube with the rest of my wine. Bed.

Wednesday, 25 March 2026

We left in light rain after breakfast, returning to the town of Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe. At the Zimbabwe border, I saw a tour guide with a South Korean T-shirt. There were lots of artics queued, but the main road was empty. Why? The A9 is hoaching in comparison. It might exp the absence of roadkill. (No RVs either.) The landscape is heather and woodland veldt.

We spotted baboons playing on the road and elephants crossing. Khoza explained the difference in skin colouration as due to different soil.

Khoza dropped me off at the entrance to the Victoria Falls trails.  It was a hodge-podge of nationalities, mostly white.

On the way from the entrance, one hears the falls long before you see them. The forest here is tropic rainforest, obviously.  The trails were well marked with explanations. I took many photos of this incredible experience, probably the most impressive I’ve seen.  And soaking too. After walking though for about 1 ½ hours, I exited to a cafe to create my own rainforest as I steamed off. Coffee and water.

Khoza picked me up and we went to the Bridge which is on the border with Zambia. Walking across (and doing another border crossing) there was a sign saying Right of way for elephants.  Fair enough.  We got a Bikeshaw back which was fun.  Then over to a café to view back to the bridge and down to the now Zambezi cutting its way down the gorge.  Mighty impressive.

To my accommodation for the next two nights, Tabokana Lodge. No meals apart from breakfast included, and no restaurant, so Khoza is picking me up at 6. A siesta and dry off.

 

As arranged Khoza picked me up.  He explained that elephant and hippo come into town for the evening (and in fact we spotted elephants). The restaurant he’d planned for us was at a complex and was closed, so there was an alternate in which we were the only diners to start with, but more appeared.  There are Leadership pix everywhere. One sees this in North America but fortunately not in the UK.

The local equivalent of Black Umfolosi did a version of Swing Low, which did not endear me. Their version of  iAfrica did.

It was a good dinner, Crocodile Caesar and Chicken Schnitzel, a few Sauvblancs… The drive back was uneventful with no animals on the road. At the hotel back of nine. Early-ish start tomorrow.

Tuesday, 24 March 2026

The alarm woke me at the Ungodly hour of 5 for a 5:45 start. There were many Germans in the lobby also awaiting a pickup. Our jeep arrived and we took off. I saw a Sunrise spectacular, and the wind in my hair (!) as we proceeded to Chobe National Park entrance. I was grateful for my rain jacket as a windbreaker. Stopping to register at the entrance to the park, it was awash with similar vehicles on similar business.

The road became tracks, some of which were underwater as the Chobe is in flood. The drivers are expert amphibians. Toto’s “Africa” was my earworm.

We saw Impala (lots), a lion by the water (Albert and the Lion popped into my head) crocodiles, all sorts of birds, kudu, hippos, and elephants in our 3-hour drive. Sensory overload and many pix. The drivers were chatting constantly on the radio, presumably telling colleagues about which animals spotted where.

We got back for breakfast at 9:30! I also picked up a USB cable, but when I got back to my room, the connection wasn’t working. Sigh. (But fixed later.)

Later in the afternoon, we had a tour on the Chobe river itself. With us were a Torontonian family of 3, who were fun. At the docking area many locals were fishing with rod and line, some crude. Reminded me of childhood fishing off Bayble Quay.

 

What we saw lots of were Hippos (at one point the boat was chased by one, and crocodiles. Then baboons, elephant, and kudu. Khoza spotted the heads of a pair of Giraffes feeding through the trees.  (Guides, drivers etc are constantly trying to spot things for the tourists.) Our pilot spotted a mob of similar boats in a spot and went over to check.  It was a trio of crocs fighting over what appeared to be a hippo skin.  There were many boats of various sizes on the river, all apparently tourist oriented; no commercial fishing.  Houseboats too, of various levels of living.

A lovely sunset as we sped homeward.

At the lodge, beer and a late dinner with Grecian cats (that is, there are masses of cats in the restaurant mooching, as they doo in Greece.), Bed after a long, lively and exciting day. The Falls tomorrow.

Monday, 23 March 2026

My safari starts today. Farewell Jo’burg, hello Zimbabwe and Botswana. An early start as I had to be at the airport more than two hours before 1300 flight. Low cloud and rain hung about Sandton City Tower, as I left the hotel for the Gautrain. I missed one by a minute. Gave me time to pack away my rain gear.

Arriving at the airport, last night’s curry necessitated an early toilet stop. They had a bum washer here, the first I’ve seen outwith the Far East. Checkin, security, all OK and I headed into the Bidvest lounge, with plenty of time to relax. It was  warm though, and I’ll need a shower before dinner. One of a number of lounges, this one is large with very comfortable seats. No USB C connections though. OR Tambo is a large airport. With around 18 million pax pa, compared with EDI’s 17, it is massively bigger, and shows a way forward for my home airport. Lots of security around.

There was a Bus to aircraft, the ground staff are Menzies. Today’s aircraft is a B737-400 flown by FlySafair 34 years old. I had a whole row to myself. The rain started on take-off.

Nice to see blue skies again, albeit from 30,000 feet.

 

Through safely to meet my tour guide Khoza. His native language is Ndbele. Onto Kazungula town 100k away, where 4 countries meet. There were potholes aplenty. We stopped off to meet his wife and bairn. He has land and is in process of building house extensions for his 3 daughters, sister and her child.

Driving along we spotted baboons and wild pigs, and an elephant. Also Guinea fowl in this area of wide woodland. Cracks in the woodland gave occasional views through. Surprisingly, no evidence of roadkill. Nearing the hotel, we saw the Chobe river bridge.  Chinese built.

Arriving at the Zimbabwe Botswana border, we had no problems, and onto the hotel.

The Thebe Lodge unfortunately has no USB C or UK adapters. Khoza had one but it blew up! Need to find one… I managed to get the phone charged at the bar.

I had beer wine and Seswaa with Khoza. Delicious.  An early start 5:45 tomorrow.

Sunday, 22 March 2026

I sorted the Nomad eSim, it was my fault, I was trying to use the Canadian one! A later breakfast today, and way less chaotic.

The weather was mixed: sunshine and showers, but warm. I wandered lonely as a cloud.

Eventually to A Streetbar named Desire. It was meh.

An email from my tour organiser :

“I am happy to inform you that you have been upgraded to a private tour, with your own personal tour vehicle and driver/guide, who will be with you from Victoria Falls every step of the way”.  Seems OK.

Then a return to Mad Giant Taproom. There was football on and I assumed it was SA. It was in fact Tottenham and Forest.

The Barmaid had Macleod trews on her curvy arse. She confirmed she had Scottish connections and in fact members of her family were currently touring there. Unfortunately, the bar closed early on Sunday.

An Uber to Sandton City. This mall would keep even Pamela Scott amused for some time; it’s huge. Tonight a curry as I’d missed out last night. Across the square, Trump’s grill which I intend to visit on my return from Cape Town.  The restaurant was large but not busy. I was early.

I ate, was stuffed including a bottle of Sauv Blanc, and was back for 20:30 smelling strongly of a fine curry. No nightcap, an early start tomorrow. Weary again.

Saturday, 21 March 2026

A decent night’s sleep set me up for breakfast. This was slightly chaotic even after 10, as the egg-cooking station was overwhelmed. My plain omelette had veg in it, and they ran out of bacon. They didn’t have labels on the containers. Otherwise fine!

I spotted a quartet from Scotland, and when asked, confirmed they were over for the game. It had been raining and today seems showery with 7/8 cloud.

It was Human Rights day in SA, and 66 years since the Sharpeville Massacre. A big day here.

In due course I took an Uber to Ellis Park which is an impressive stadium and no problem in getting an excellent ticket. The crowd (if such it was) was small, and witnessed a dire performance from Edinburgh, who were deservedly thrashed.

Leaving, I found that my mobile connection was rubbish, resulting in a 30 minute walk to Park Station at which I got a taxi to the hotel.

In the course of my walk, I passed though impoverished areas where no whites to be seen but no bother, and I never felt worried.

I changed the route of my taxi to a Hogshead! A decent selection of beers in this brewery tap, the IPA being my favourite. A chap near me seeing my accoutrements, asked me where I was from. On receiving confirmation, he said he’d lived in Leith for a number of years. He recommended me the Fireman’s Arms in Cape Town.

After he left, a young guy came over to speak A gay pick up? Mindful of my safety tips, I made my excuses and got an Uber to Sandton City mall. It was teeming down.

It’s a big mall, big enough to confuse even Pamela S.

The Trump grill house was unfound like its namesake. Given it was Saturday I tried Cilantro. It was a grill house, no Indian food at all. Big and fun, ethnically diverse. I thought of the conflict between being a Brit and seeing SA. Seen it before in Canada and NZ. The difference here is that is a large world city: one can’t talk to busy people

A stunning woman in a sheath (?) dress arrived with chums. I gawped.

Across the road to the hotel for a nightcap, I was weary and in bed 10pm, it was still teeming down.

Friday, 20 March 2026

Overnight, I slept intermittently but had a good breakfast before arriving at Jo’burg airport. It was hot! Scandalously few passport control officers for the number of passengers. I see that “coloured” people here are mostly brown not black as I had expected. Ignorance is bliss and no doubt many other lessons to learn. Which is rather the point.

I sat down in the arrivals hall for a while to get my bearings and to (unsuccessfully) load my eSim. I’ll need to contact them.

To the station to catch the Gautrain to Sandton. There’s quite the tropical vegetation aroma. The train was modern, swift and efficient, and runs every 20 minutes. Take a lesson, Montreal.

Exiting the station, I spotted the hotel across the road. The weather is great, not too warm.

Although it was only midday, the staff checked me in. They shared the welcoming duties between 4! Apart from a room upgrade, I got a free bottle of wine and “span the wheel” for a bonus. In this case 1500 points.  They also handed me a “Tips” card, full of warnings. Essentially, don’t talk to strangers!

I had a nice big room on the 11th Floor. Full tech recharging facilities, I’m happy to report.

After settling in, I downloaded the Uber app as it seems to be the de facto method of public transport. I decided to go to the Mad Giant Taproom. On the way I learned that Xhosa is pronounced Koza

 

It’s a divided country economically and a racially white SA in bar saying he can’t claim some benefits (I have no idea of truth), on the roads, vagrants and hustlers entirely black. I cannot hope to establish the facts in such a swift visit. Also many streetwalker hawkers.

Next, Uber (driver from Zimbabwe) to  24 Central (a bar), few whites, mostly black. Fascinating, as Spock would say. Female hairstyles are not unlike black women back home, but no two are the same (braids).

 

There’s little Wi-Fi provision in the bars. Quite a bit of Friday afternoon drinking.

Uber definitely seems to be the way to travel, although I walked back to the hotel. I managed to get my eSim to work.

Jo’burg is mostly low-rise and spread out.

 

Next order of business: finding a good braai place. But first dinner in the hotel, for simplicity. The starter was of North America portions; I didn’t finish it. The rack of lamb was lovely. Stuffed, I retreated to my room.

An email from my wine tour to say that the tram tour was now a bus tour as the tram was broken. A big disappointment, but 1^st world problems…

Thursday, 19 March 2026

I’ve booked a ticket to see Sigur Ros at the Playhouse 31st August.

A leisurely morning; breakfast, finished packing, then I got the tram at 12:45. Sunny but cool. Jo’burg is 15° warmer. Somehow it doesn’t feel real.

Anyway, safely through security, and into the PP lounge which has been rebranded as Turkish Airlines. Somewhat more comfortable, not so busy, and the food is more interesting. So an improvement. A light lunch and some Pinot G. Time for the flight. I used the stick of power to access priority boarding, and I needed it as there was no jetbridge. Today’s aeroplane is a 2-year-old A320N.

No free food etc on this. Rollback was early with a trouble-free flight. Without a clear terminal for my next night, I went to the T5 North lounge. As usual it was heaving. On the basis that a 380 normally leaves from B or C I went over to B where the lounge is great. Quiet, relaxed. A couple of glasses of white and a snack, seeing that evil murdering bastard Netanyahu lie and lie again at a press conference. I turned away before I boaked.

Then onto C65 to board my A380. It took a while to figure out all the facilities and controls. Meanwhile, champagne. Fewer black faces on this flight than I expected.

Wednesday, 18 March 2026

Nineteen years since Liz died.  And I am preparing for Africa. Is that irony?  I don’t know.

I note that Parliament rejected the Assisted Dying bill.  I’m disappointed. My MSP voted for though.

Glencoe and Cairngorm centres are still open for skiing; the best season for years.

I got an email from Ben (MSP) re my complaint about the Iain Anderson show, enclosing a letter from Angus Robertson (CS for culture inter alia). I replied, thanking him and praising him for the vote last night. Pretty anodyne, but we have no powers over the State Propaganda Channel.

 

And so to my final  pleasant afternoon visit to the Shore for a while. Blether with Bill, and Danny making appalling jokes.

I confirmed my intention to eat out later.  So when we left I went back for an hour before returning for a very good dinner. A break a tricky decision on food. Tempura prawn, Provencal prawns, pork belly and black pudding. And a gratis Port from Danny.

To the bar, full of usual suspects but also Wendy and Rory with Ann (fellow block occupiers), so I sat down with them as a residential subcommittee. Wendy Rory and I have much in common.

Home for 2215, after last orders.

Tuesday, 17 March 2026

My flights to Victoria Falls came through and unfortunately the inbound doesn’t work with my connection to Cape Town. An expensive rectification to follow ☹️

GLC is partially reopening tomorrow, good news.

To Vue for Hamnet today.  In the trailers, came one for something I fancy watching; “A pale view of hills”

Hamnet was a slightly odd film.  The first 30 minutes is, frankly, tedious as a scene-setter.  And witchy.  My cousin Angela would enjoy it I think. However, the rest of the film was engrossing, an emotionally stirring, with the final scene in particular tugging at the heartstrings.  I needed to go for a wine in the Shore to shed some emotions.

I had a blether with Keith and got home for music before dinner.

Later, my balcony neighbour Ollie Price knocked on my door to see if I could turn the noise down!  I had no idea the soundproofing was so poor.

Monday, 16 March 2026

That’s my credit card bills sorted, my Starling card loaded, and my US$ ditto. Meds ditto.

Then I went off to the shops to pick up my prescription et al, before going to Vue to see Hamnet, only not! I had booked the ticket for the Omni.  I got the ticket refunded and booked for tomorrow instead.

Sunday, 15 March 2026

Final Sunday shop for a while.  I must finish arranging Africa.

Pamela called me, and we had a good chat. She is going to Pittodrie with Fergie!

To the Malt Franky has broken-up with her boyfriend which explains the angsty series of profile pix on Facebook. No Churchmichaels, but Alan and I had a good blether. I said I was looking for a Gerontophile.  Alan challenged me on this and I admitted I’d just made it up but it sounded good.  And lo, it is actually a word.

The Shore bar quiet, but Kenny and Robert were gie’n it laldy. I stayed for much longer than I meant to running, into Alec and Chris. Chris is interesting to talk to as he’s involved in similar work to Alisdair Curtis. He has an idea of a software program. He’s off to meet Andy and Gina in the Hebrides next month.

A message from Bill; he went in to visit George, who was better than he expected and chatty.  He thinks he will be in for a couple of weeks.  Shades of Alisdair Curtis…

Home for 17:15, dodging the weather.

Saturday, 14 March 2026

Struan and Dobson back in Teuchter’s, along with a cast of thousands. It was even busier than last week. Ran into Russell; he and Nikki went next door, but returned later. Charlotte also arrived, with Winthorp; and Stefano and Sara. After the singing of the anthem, the day did not go well for us, and Ireland deserved the victory, their defence was simply ferocious. To add to the misery, I broke a beer glass, with contents going all over my clothes.

Saying my farewells at Teuchter’s, Alana told me she was leaving.  I’ll miss her, but not the random spoons.

I watched the first half of the Wales game before departing for the second to the Shore (which was quiet)  then home for curry and the final game. What a tournament it’s been.

Friday, 13 March 2026

A much improved morning, sunny, but cold.

Today’s meeting with Bruce and Bill was at the Artisan.  It became very busy, especially with gamblers as it was Gold Cup day.  Taking a look at the runners, Gaelic Warrior jumped out at me (pun unintended), and I determined to bet it later.  I had a bet on the next race which lost. I drank mostly Cromarty Rogue Wave.

Afterwards, Bill and I had a couple in the Malt. I forgot to bet Gaelic Warrior, which duly trotted up.

I see STV Newscaster John Mackay has retired, his mother came from Lewis.

A message from Bill: George has had a stroke and is in the Western.  Prognosis good.

Thursday, 12 March 2026

A miserable day.

The Scotland team 23 was pretty much as predicted. A 5/3 split though, with Rowe coming in.

Robinson has joined the Dons from St Mirren.  Hopefully things will improve.

I met the Aitkens in the Abbotsford, for a change, and had more drink than usual. Much chat over the politics and culture. As usual they have many forthcoming gigs. They had a great time last weekend at the 10CC gig, despite Graham being refused entrance to Macsorleys due to wearing shorts. They didn’t eat at the Bavaria. By the time I left around 6, the weather had moderated, and I was home for 18:30. A carry-out beckoned as I couldn’t be bothered to cook.

Wednesday, 11 March 2026

Annie and Paula are on way to LHR, separately. I’m hoping my URTI clears up before I travel.

It’s blustery and colder today. Time to catch up with paperwork, including ISAs and priming out my travel documents, before I meet Bill.

I see the French player got only four weeks for eye gouging. That’s a disgrace.

I met Bill as per usual for our afternoon’s nonsense.

Tuesday, 09 March 2026

The countdown to the Spring Safari, coupled with Super Saturday…

An email from John Marshall, “Willie” Baxter has died suddenly.

I started watching “Berlin I love you” but got fed up with it.

Monday, 10 March 2026

The fire at GLC seems pretty disastrous with extensive damage.  The station closed until? Fergie and I took a tram to meet Bill at the Abbotsford before he got his train.  After he left, we had a finisher in the Shore.

Sunday, 08 March 2026

Up early and returning from the shops I delivered my Dyson to Elaine whose vacuum cleaner had died. Julie was there also, waiting for Molly; they were all going to watch the F1.

After breakfast, a few hours rewatching the game and comments from yesterday, which took us up to departure to the Malt.  Alan was in a good mood, and we were joined by the Churchmichaels and Julie. We left later than usual but still had a couple in the Shore before dinner.

After dinner music was Eva Cassidy followed by a selection of YouTube videos, engrossing us until after midnight.

I see there’s a big fire at GLC.

Saturday, 07 March 2026

I dawned sunny and cold for the game. A cooked breakfast to set us up/aid recovery, and over to Teuchter’s. Struan and Chris were outside recreating their bromance and going to the game with John. The usual suspects at table 6. Stefano as uncertain for Italy as we for Scotland.

The Pub was queued outside the door…

An exciting first half was followed by a woman piper who came in in full fig and marched around playing Flower of Scotland (obvs) and the Marseillaise. Apparently she did a lot of playing on Easter Rd during Lockdown and is an all-round good egg. Onto an unbelievable performance in the second half, and a cross between incredulity and dreamland.  Words failed, emotions did not, as Flower of Scotland was sung to the rafters.

We stopped for the Italy game, which in comparison was a boring slugfest, and we left at halftime to go back and get changed before dinner. Outside Teuchter’s was full.

Passing the Shore we popped in for a swiftie and I watched the conclusion of the game whilst Fergie talked to a seaman off one of the boats in the docks. So in the last 10 they won out. Stefano will be so pleased.

Then to Tapa for a fine dinner (thank you Fergie) and home before 9. A good day.

Friday, 06 March 2026

A bright morning, and I drove to the station to pick up Fergie.

Innis and Gunn have been bought by C&C.

I told Fergie that Tom was joining us for dinner as he was going to the game tomorrow (which is true). I made a Bourguignonne which turned out quite well.  Just the one course as Stovies were on offer later.

We headed over just after 19:15, and I just went to the Bothy.  Almost all the expected guest were there (Fairbairns, Pete McDermott, Hintons, Bruce and the Coven minus the Churchmichaels). The surprise worked well and it was a great evening, with John T staying back to say hello (and doing me a great deal).

Leaving at 10 for the main bar, we got wearily home after midnight.

Thursday, 05 March 2026

Off for the holiday haircut to Ceri’s.  Her daughter has just been evicted from her flat as the landlord wants to sell.  She pays £1400 a month! I got a message from Lawrance.  He is still stuck in Australia but has a flight out on the 17^th via San Francisco!

Heavy rain and dark skies, as I left for our curry.  We met in the Kenilworth beforehand.  There was a Jakey wandering about. Then a bunch of French struck up the Marseillaise.  Great fun.

The curry restaurant used to be the Tippoo, and it was like a timewarp with the place seemingly unchanged from a 60s décor. The food however was good (although my prawn puri was on the small side).  The rain continued, still we finished in Kenilworth, and I got a tram home for 22:45.

Wednesday, 04 March 2026

The international news gets grimmer. At least the weather was OK, as I went for the shopping.

I met Bill at the Shore 2pm as he wanted to leave early to watch football. Kyle and his girlfriend Tara were at the bar. I had too much to drink but it was good fun as the sun beat down. Lawrance is still maybe stranded   A finisher on the balcony.

Tuesday, 03 March 2026

First, cleaning for Fergie’s impending visit.

The shopping didn’t go well, no Indian supplies found. However a lovely early spring day

Julie’s bakeday went well, helping raise £500 for Macmillan.

Lawrance is stuck in Australia thanks to the genocidal maniacs. I dropped into Teuchter’s for a word with John T about Friday. Many people sitting outside on the bridge; John beaming, especially as the weekend forecast is favourable.

Monday, 02 March 2026

Usual relatively inactive Monday

I am peching  (guid Scots wurd) and seem to have an URTI

I’m reading le Carré’s final novel “Silverview”.  It has dense prose even by his standards, but always enjoyable. It got me thinking (and reading) about tense, voice and mood (grammatically).

Next, I watched some Dr Who (Christopher Eccleston)episodes.  Billie Piper is gorgeously gamine with her provocative prognathousness.  The first overtly sexual companion IMHO.

Busy tomorrow.

Sunday, 01 March 2026

Spring has sprung on St David’s Day.

Amongst other celebrations. two senile megalomaniacs have murdered a third in Iran.

A pair of ideal results for Hearts this weekend.

On the way to the Malt, I chatted to Kevin outside Fisher’s. He was having a smoke, and was lunching with Ali and Sara. I had my usual post Malt and ran into Alec for a chat.  He’s an interesting chap.

I did watch the Bacchae tonight.  An excellent production.

Saturday, 28 February 2026

I made a visit to the Malt where there was a new barmaid. After, caught in the rain I dived into Teuchter’s, none of the usual suspects, so just had the one. Pie Dolly sold out.

I see Sharp’s brewery being sold by Molson Coors. I was never a big fan but always a shame to see a big multinational shit on a local business.

Friday, 27 February 2026

I followed the Gorton by-election result.  Takes: the pundits got the result badly wrong, Reform really is a horrible bunch of Nazis, and they may not do as well as expected (hoped?) in Scotland come May.

A different tour today with Bruce and Bill (B’n’B) to Tollcross (Cloisters and Bennet’s).

Good fun and beer, and I stayed for an extra pint to find Ian Cameron at the bar!  He was with a pal and respective partners.  I haven’t seen him for years, and he’s bald as a coot. Going home, I popped into the Malt and Hops to find a CAMRA visit that I’d forgotten about.

A call from Fergie, going out for a birthday dinner to No 10 tomorrow, and he wondered If Ron B was going to Tynecastle. I didn’t know. (I messaged him, no tickets.)

Wednesday, 25 February 2026

I had a few “Tinder Matches” in my Yahoo spam folder. Amusing, as I have never used it.  And no, I didn’t click on the links. I hardly use this account so it’s curious as I don’t get these in my other email accounts. Maybe their spam filter isn’t as good.

 

To the NMS store at Granton for a booked tour.  A pleasant morning, and I took the bus. A very enjoyable experience, lasting 1 ½ hours across the Scotland and Natural history sites with  informative guides Maggie, Beth & Tracy who was a  Sgianach.

A lecture on the pest problems they have (beetles, mice etc) and how whale oil leaches out form bones for decades after the whale has died. I’d thoroughly recommend it.

From the NMS, to Welch’s then the butcher, missing out Aldi which I left for tomorrow.

Later, to the Shore, where I ran into Michael to regale me with tales (a Nolan sister somewhere). There was a chappie from Swindon selling cheese.  Leaving, the  birds were singing on a mild evening and home 18:30.

An evening of music, and late bedded as I enjoyed it and the wine.

Tuesday, 24 February 2026

I forgot to say that it’s Seachdain an Gaidhlig (World Gaelic week).

I bought an English National Theatre sub to watch the Bacchae at home. It was my experience of watching the Fifth Step at the cinema that encouraged me, so we’ll see how it goes. (It went well.)

Monday, 23 February 2026

A lot of nonsense over Davison’s tics at the BAFTAs. Entitled black man.

Annie and Paula depart for the Antipodes today, and I had my first session on the bike for too long…

I resisted Bill’s suggestion I join them in Teuchter’s in the evening.

Sunday, 22 February 2026

Shopping  after the rain and it became pleasant as I watched yesterday’s rugby again. France looked like they were going to overwhelm Italy, and to a certain extent they did in the end, but it was a good contest. No pub today.

A great result for Hibs (& Hearts).   And also for I Swear at the BAFTAs.

Saturday, 21 February 2026

Game day, and over to Teuchter’s about 1, via Pie Dolly.  Her new shop is open.

Alana’s stockings were the early highlights.  Chris and I were joined by Tash, Nigel, Jonas and John; then Danny before the first game.

What a spanking for England, as well Charlotte was away.  Most enjoyable. Then I was joined by Nikki and Russell for our game – no Alan this week.

It was a hard watch. As the game progressed, it became obvious that Finn Russell was pissed off with the performance, and a bit like against England in 2019, he decided to win the game for us by himself, and proceeded to do so.

Afterwards, I did go over to the Digger’s Leith.  Just a couple of beers on, and they were OK.  I daresay it will improve.

Home for a carryout curry.

Curlers lost, bummer.

Friday, 20 February 2026

Grey, but a fine result for the Scottish men’s curling team.

I’m getting a lot of soft porn on my SM feed, masquerading as MandS female underwear ads (joke).

I met Bruce in Teuchter’s. Little change in the Joan situation; she’s quite down. Had a word with Dylan to confirm the table for tomorrow.

Bruce went on his way, mildly jealous as I was going to meet Julie at the Bowlers Rest. She introduced ,e to Robert, a handyman who helps her out occasionally (!).  Also there was Richard (going to Malta with Elaine), and Peter (long hair former regular at Malt) whom I hadn’t seen for an age.  The prices had put him off.  Cecily, the owner is affy friendly (she is American), and the pub became quite busy.  It’s very much a locals bar, and the drink is quite cheap.  No real ale, but as I was on the wine, no matter.  A decent selection of craft though.

Elaine said she would try and join us but in the event didn’t arrive by the time I left.  I ordered a Chinese and popped down for a quickie to the Shore where I chatted to Mike & Rory.

Early night.

Thursday, 19 February 2026

Off to the Omni today with Kathleen to watch Marty Supreme.  We met in the Slug and Lettuce as the JDW was packed. It was OK.

I wasn’t that impressed with the film.  It was too long, and I did not like the character Chalomet played, fine actor as he is.  I simply couldn’t get into it, and of course as a former serious player myself, I was disappointed.  Kathleen felt similarly.

Afterwards, we dropped into Little Picardy for a couple, before getting a taxi.  I cooked a Spanish dinner sitting down at 22:45!

Wednesday, 18 February 2026

I phoned Fergie to wish him a happy 80th.  I’m sure he doesn’t feel it; the bastard certainly doesn’t look it!

Given the shopping yesterday, none today, so no fish pie tonight.

Tom suggested I meet him for a beer in the Café Royal in the afternoon.  Nothing loth, I did, and with him were a couple of pals Oliver and Dave.  Oliver is the chef at the Witchery, and Dave is F&B man at the Assembly.  They’d been doing a podcast.  Tom told me about the fun they’d had on the Donostia trip, and I must say I was tempted to book again.  However, discretion was the better part of valour in the end.

After the other two left, we popped into the Guildford to check out the refurb.  New carpet, parquet flooring and work in the Gallery.  Was fine.  A good, if boozy afternoon, and home before 7.

Tuesday, 17 February 2026

Another lovely winter’s day, on Chinese New Year, the year of the Horse, which is my animal.

The 3 Scottish injuries from Saturday are confirmed as returned to club.  We have sufficient strength in depth I think, in these positions.

Went to Halfords to get repair stuff for my rusty roof.  I hope I’m up to it.

Sunday, 15 February 2026

Sunny again.

After breakfast, I sat in front of the telly watching the game again on catch-up  as much for the pre-match punditry getting it wrong…  Fun.

Later to the Malt, where Alan J had been joined by Julian.  Another Warlock who has been absent for some time. He is going as lecturer on a cruise to Iceland and the Faroe.  He is also falling foul of UKGOV visa changes.  I hadn’t known he’s a box player. He’s always interesting to talk to.

As we sat in, rain started, and when I ventured homeward. It was quite persistent. I dropped into the Shore, where Robert was accompanied by a different Bass payer as Kenny is holidaying in the Lake District.

No rugby on so I went home to catch the 2^nd half which was ended up with Wales gubbed.

Celtic scraped a win in the final seconds as the Evil Twins do, and a disaster for the Dons.

Saturday, 14 February 2026

A glorious winter morning.  I’m hoping that St Valentine will shower the Scots with love today.

But first, the Ireland Italy game in Teuchter’s. The usual suspects saw an absorbing and exciting game. Ultimately, the Irish deserved their victory albeit by a narrow margin. A draw would have been a fair result but Italy has a bonus point, and Ireland do not. If our game is as good I’ll be content.

Joy was unconfined.  Our table was full to bursting, as was the pub, who gave a rousing rendition of Flower of Scotland, before the team set about sending England homeward tae think again.  I felt a little sorry for Charlotte, once again she was a rose but this time set amongst thistles

Nikki, Alan Massie and his pal whose name I forget, joined us for the game; the first time I’ve seen her for a while. At the end, another rousing chorus of “Flower”.

Nikki et all went to the new Diggers (which I have yet to visit). And I’d intended to join them, bit walking there, I decided to go to the Shore to gloat with Danny.  I had just the one and home for curry.

Friday, 13 February 2026

Black Friday, before Valentine’s day: an inauspicious combination.

The snow warning as usual produced zero. OTOH, a Bluebird day on the slopes, probably the best for many years.

No Bruce so I went to the Malt. Late in the afternoon, there were people sitting outside taking advantage of the sun, albeit they were happed up.

I had a Pentland in the Shore with Stevie and Chris who is going with his partner to Lewis and Harris in April to hear Andy Chung amongst other things.  They are staying at the Lewis Castle.  I told him to try some Salar Salmon.  Quite a few beers today

Bad news for Arnish.

Thursday, 12 February 2026

An unpleasant morning, but it brightened slightly.

Out to meet the boys for Curry, I deliberately left a little early to visit Divino Enoteca. It is a very nice bar and I’d love to eat here. It abuts onto Vittoria on GIV of which it is part. At 6 the restaurant was getting busy. I had a very nice Soave Classic, followed by a Chianti. Side of cheese bits provided. Classy.

Leaving it I noticed an intriguing sign for Sköll and Hati which appeared to be a basement bar of some sort.  Later research showed it’s like a cocktail bar.

And so to the Bow for beer; I was last to arrive.  Just a couple before walking to Khushi’s.  This latest iteration is long and narrow: a lovely place with great ambience.  The food was equally good, and it’s one to note. I had wine there.

Afterwards, to Sandy Bell’s for two pints before getting a 35.  A great night out, home and bed 22:30.

Wednesday, 11 February 2026

It was chucking down for the Wednesday shop. I see we now have a yellow snow (!) warning; I assume it will come to nothing for the Shore.

Later, up town shopping, and ended up in Bennet’s for a couple of beers. No Emily, but I understand the Blazer party went well. A very enjoyable few Pacific Golds from Moonwake. However, the bar clock wasn’t working, so I messaged James to get it sorted 😁

What other bars use air founts? Bow doesn’t. I started singing Rumer thus regretting that I failed to bring my earbuds.

Lawrance has decided to have a small bevvie to celebrate his big birthday and Julie has retained her job. Let joy be unconfined. Amongst other things.

I popped into the Shore afterwards, despite the absence of Mr Redmonf. Craig from the Port came in, with Natalie and others.  A wee party from the Port.

Rumer on the system after dinner. And no, no snow.

Tuesday, 10 February 2026

I called Mairi, her limbs are improved. She gave me tips about getting a toilet seat, sock helpers, floor pickers etc. Her birthday present from Linda is to take her to the shops.

Rain.

Monday, 09 February 2026

Housework and 🥌 another Scottish disaster.

Sunday, 08 February 2026

What was that glittering orb in the sky, blinding me as I went to Sainsbury?

I went over to the Malt at lunchtime. Keith was in, he said he had not been out for a week.  Worrying.  What kind of a life does he lead?

I had a few beers with Alan Justice, Neil and Jacqui before going to the shore where Robert and Kenny were an excellent form. Danny was jubilant and tried but failed to wind me up. I told John about Keith. I had a few Picpouls and got home about quarter past 4:00.

The Redmonds are off to London tomorrow and then Lawrance shortly thereafter to Australia.

Tonight’s dinner, leg of lamb.

Music tracks: In my life, and Camel.

Saturday, 07 February 2026

Game day!  A fine performance by the <20s last night; hope for the future. I hope the seniors emulate it.

I see Jeane Freeman has died.  A sad loss, she was probably the best health secretary in these islands, respected and honest.

The Fortunae have dumped me in favour of the Angel. How are the mighty fallen.  I celebrated with a bet on Scotland to win the 6 Nations at 14/1. I went over to Teuchter’s via the Pie Dolly.  Her shop is opening shortly, across the road from Thomson’s.  Interesting combo! Chris had been in for a while. We were joined by the Kippaxs, Stefano (which his Italian fingernail paint) and Charlotte the newly-wed.

Downhill, but not like the skiing.  Albeit the conditions were atrocious, we were second best all game, with Ashman in particular having a nightmare at the lineout, not helped by the locks.  Deeply depressing stuff, but at least Stefano was ecstatic.

Charlotte was quite right: by time I left there were blue skies. The colours of Italy alas. I went over to the Shore and ended up watching the England game.  The carnage was worse, with England rampant.

A carry-out tonight.

Friday, 06 February 2026

When will these grey days end?

To Teuchter’s where  Bill, Bruce and Stevie all arrived together from a tram. Joan’s appointment has been put back, so depressed. Bruce and Bill left early Bill a bit grumpy, why I know not. I did not go to the Shore.

Trump’s latest depravity apes the worst.

Thursday, 05 February 2026

Some big changes in the team for Italy on Saturday. I hope they work out.

I went up town to get some cards and a pillow from Lewis’s.  A message from Bill to say that Gordon’s train was delayed.  Looking at an app. I saw that there were 3 separate incidents!  I decided to go home first rather than go straight to Teuchter’s.  Finishing lunch, a message from Bill to say they were in Teuchter’s.  I hurried over to find that Only Bill and Lawrance were there, but Gordon and Sandra (his partner) were not long delayed.  Although she has a broad Midland accent, she was born in Dunfermline.

Anne then arrived and we had a most convivial afternoon.  Gordon and Sandra loved the pub, and I suggested we have one in the Shore.  So we did. Bill was all for staying but for once I stuck to my guns, plus Anne was falling asleep. I got home for 19 hrs in time to watch the France Ireland game.  A sharp lesson.  The speed of offload was what hammered Ireland.

Wednesday, 04 February 2026

Damp shopping today.

I had a fun few hours in Shore with Bill. He and Bruce did go to the Artisan on Friday, and enjoyed it.

I told him I’d read the Stanley Tucci book, and the joy of a large kitchen that I wish I had.  Not sufficient to move however, lacking a large windfall. We had lots of political chat. His pal Gordon Lewis is going to be in Teuchter’s tomorrow; I’m invited.

Fish pie for dinner, as per.

Tuesday, 03 February 2026

I devoured the Stanley Tucci book recommended by Bill. He was right.

Then I tried making a Pot-au-feu with the “eye” of the brisket I’d cooked last week..  It worked out quite well.

I’m reading more, which I think is good.

Monday, 02 February 2026

The corrosion on the car roof finally prompted me to see a body repair person.  The bad news is it would cost hundreds as the screen would have to come off and the entire roof repainted.  It’s not worth it.  The chap advised me to do some DiY.  Not my strong suit.

Another yellow snow warning for the NE again.

My new books delivered and learned that the word “slogan” is another Gaelic-derivation.

And so to Celtic Connections at the Usher Hall.  As both my usual restaurants were closed on Monday, I ate early at home. The 16 took ages to get round to Gt Junction St, the lights interval is ridiculously short. Mind you, I saw 2 cyclists on the cycle motorway: the first time.

Arrived at the Usher Hall for opening, it’s been aeons since I’ve been here and I’d forgotten what bar facilities there were on the GF. Both bars poor, nowhere near as good as next door, a large area with little and uncomfortable seating. And Glasgow-style plastic “glasses”. £10 for a large PG, no interval drinks AFAIK. Iirc, the upper bars are better.

In the auditorium, it was pretty well sold out. I didn’t recognise anyone (apart from the performers).

The gig was joyous, from the first notes. Kathy Mattea, Darrell Scott, Ali Bain, and Karine Polwart’s rendition of Wild mountain thyme brought the house down. I got a 16 before 22:30. The pleasure of having a bus service again…  And one that dropped me outside Teuchter’s as I still wanted something to drink.  The wine list had no prices so I said that I expected some for free.  Alas that didn’t work…

Sunday, 01 February 2026

A lovely sunrise as I went to Sainsbury, it’s getting earlier, and now we are in February.

A wee visit to the Shore, speaking to Martin about the difference between Julian and Justinian law.

Saturday, 31 January 2026

The true “cruellest month” comes to its long end.

Over to Boots for a prescription, followed by a visit to Teuchter’s for lunch; a beer and pulled pork roll which was excellent if messy.

I read that Teviot Row Union is being redesigned.  Manys a visit I had there in the 70s.  I even pulled once or twice.

Later, to the Malt to meet the Fortunae and Molly. First there as usual, the pub was heaving. Stevie M had a seat and suggested I join him as he was leaving shortly.  In the event, when the girls arrived, he stayed! The crowd thinned.  Stevie did leave, and I followed him a while thereafter as I couldn’t keep up with the girls, plus I was well aware they would carry on somewhere else idc. Stopping off on the way home at the Shore there was Stevie (and Martin).  Just a couple then home for curry and the Eagles on telly.  I’d forgotten how much I love them.

According to our block WhatsApp, there were wee nyaffs in the stair last night; a note not to let people you don’t know in.

The scaffolding is down from the Malmaison.

Friday, 30 January 2026

Scampi has cancer; Jacqui v unhappy.

Waterstones in the Kirkgate has been cancelled.

I spoke to Annie,  she and Paula are away in the Antipodes next month.

My first time out of doors today was to head up to Ryrie’s and meet the Aitkens. Thence to Locanda de Gusti, an old favourite. A great night and decided to go there with Annie on the night before we go to Berlin.  Then back to Ryrie’s and before I knew it the last tram beckoned. There was a problem at Balfour St but it was resolved by the time we got there.

Thursday, 29 January 2026

I completed my GBG surveys and voted for GBG inclusion. Job done for another year.

I met Lawrence in the Malt as I had a plug extension for him I had spare.  He was quite chatty.  His sister is to phone me soon, now her daughter is away home. He said he was out of his comfort zone last Saturday.

Whilst we were chatting, there was an argument going on between bar staff Sara, Franky, and Janet about what Sara’s duties entailed.  It had not been resolved by the time I left.

I regaled him with the story of the false X message about the buses returning last Saturday.  Then he told me that he’d seen a 35 as he neared the pub.  I looked at the app, and sure enough, it said they were running.  The 16 route map however remained on divert, there were no announcements on website or social media.  Then we actually saw a 16!  The funny thing was that Lawrence got a 16 to get up to the Malt, and it was still on the diverted route! At least he was able to get one home.

After, to see Lawrance at Teuchter’s, with Bill.  It’s his 70^th tomorrow. I brought them up to date with the buses. Bill told me about a book he’s enjoyed, by Stanley Tucci; “What I ate in one year”.  I think I’ll buy it.

Too many unplanned beers!

Jacqui R’s cat Scampi has not been well.  Geoff is taking them both to the vet.

Home before 5, no Shore, to a bizarre letter from the Royal Scots Club which consisted of a mostly-redacted letter inviting me to join!

Wednesday, 28 January 2026

A distinct improvement in the weather. The shopping done, quite a lot, so I was glad to have the car.

Then, my GBG surveys starting off with the Harbour Inn.  The cellar had just sprung some kind of a leak, so John was very flustered. The refurb looks really good.

Then to Stockbridge and the Bailie.  It’s been years; pre-Covid at least.  No change though, and Dave still does the quizzes in the Bailie. On the way to the Tap. I had an expensive visit to Mellis’ followed by a visit to the Pie shop. The WoL was running high.

At the Stockbridge Tap, Neil was on duty, and quite chatty. He said I should visit Clarks. Then a 36 homeward bound with my spoils, for a late lunch and a small portion of sausage rolls.

My Amazon delivery finally arrived.

Tuesday, 27 January 2026

An unpleasant day.  On the plus side it looks like the ski centres are getting dumped on big style. On the minus, I had to go out. I was going to do a GBG visit, but the weather was so vile I left it, plus I had an Amazon delivery due. Still, I had to go to Boots Princes Street for a vaccine appointment, aweel.

Waiting for my appointment I was amused by the signage above the Pharmacy. There was a panel for Contraception and Intimate Health, and another for Sexual Wellbeing. They were not adjacent, and between them were panels for Pain Relief, and Coughs and Colds.  Freudian?

Anyway, I got vaccines for Hep A, Typhus and Typhoid, at a cost of £140.  I got Boots points though!

Returning, there was no sign of my Amazon delivery. I was gagging for a pint so fell into temptation offered by Elaine in Malt and Hops with her old pal Allan, and Geoff. Elaine is taking the medical advice to relax in a different way to what was probably meant.  She still feels wabbit, but is back at work. Geoff is going to the USA to stay with Allan for the Scotland games. Well…

I did not stop off at the Shore.

I’d bought Daffodils; I think I’m getting allergic to their pollen.

Monday, 26 January 2026

I called my surgery for the bloods results. They were “fine”. Yay! So I booked a vaccination appointment with Boots. And then, a hotel in Cologne for a pre-Christmas break, on a flexible basis.  That’s all my paperwork caught up. In addition, I wrote Ben Macpherson (MSP) about the cancellation of the Iain Anderson show and the continuing débacle that is Henderson St.

After dinner, checking my emails, I saw a Julie Fowlis gig in Perth. I booked it. Possibly also a Johnny and June Cash musical in the Festival theatre…

Sunday, 25 January 2026

Off to Sainsbury driving somewhat gingerly.

After breakfast, I finally fitted my new mattress topper and sheet.

The Fortunae were improved but still hors de combat. It was Burns Night but no haggis for me.

Fergie called; a great victory for the Dons which I’d missed.

Bill had asked me to print stuff off for him so I did and met him at the Malt and Hops with Alan and Churchmichael’s.  Bill left to watch Celtic scrape a draw with the Jambos, and I for the Shore.  I left before 3 with Kenny and Robert on fire.

Saturday, 24 January 2026

Driech again. There was an X message from Lothian Buses to say that Henderson St buses were restored.  A lie!

Coven on tour, starting off at the Royal Mile, only it wasn’t yet open due to staff delay, so I went for a swiftie to the Mitre next door.  The Jack Back was off!  Not a good start. Back to the RM, and Justice and Lawrence were in.  The Fortunae separately messaged to say that their various ailments were keeping them away.  Lawrence unhappy!

Neil and Jacqui arrived and we walked down to Bannerman’s which was closed.  I received a slagging. So we walked up to the Brass Monkey which fortunately was open.  I phoned Bannerman’s and was told they’d had a blocked toilet and would be open shortly. So we had a few in the Monkey before heading back.  Lawrence slipped away!

Bannerman’s was now open and we spent an enjoyable couple of hours in the back talking nonsense (I remember nipples being one of them). There was also a band playing, so it brought back memories for all.

Eventually we went away and got a taxi down to Leith.  Alan left at the bottom of Easter Rd, and we went to the Shore.  I had a couple and left the other 2 to it.

A successful day, on the whole.

Friday, 23 January 2026

Dark grey.

I went to pick up the car. Still no sign of the Henderson Street diversions stopping. Still no sign of anyone using the motorways cycle lanes.

Ally discussed the car, apparently the steering rods are in poor shape. He suggested I present it for its MOT and see. Otherwise…  Leasing is expensive, and a replacement second-hand will be around £5k minimum. Maybe the time has come to cut my losses, given my low mileage.

 

Then to Teuchter’s with Bill, Bruce and Lawrance (who is also due to visit the Antipodes shortly).

I messaged Elaine: it wasn’t her x-ray she’d seen.  No signs of anything in her lungs; they think it’s a virus in her intercostal muscles.  Remedy, relax at home with Ibuprofen and Paracetamol.  I hope they’re right. Bill and I went for a couple to the Shore to finish.

Coven tour tomorrow.

Thursday, 22 January 2026

Dreich.

I cooked a ragu for the first time in ages, for Spag bol

I called the garage.  Unfortunately they couldn’t get secondhand parts 😭However, the car ready later.

I went to Warriston for Kenny Brown’s funeral.  A good turnout and some weel-kent faces, including Tam Ferguson!  Les Atkinson did an excellent tribute.  I didn’t go to the wake, straight home instead.

At the FOTW tram stop I ran into Elaine, just back from her from x-ray.  She thinks she saw her image which had a shadow on it so she’s understandably worried.  She got off, Iain Macniven got on! He’s going to NZ shortly for a holiday.  I was home before 4 for coffee and chocolate biscuits to warm me up.

I note that EDI had 17 million pax in 2025, another record.

Ally called back, it’s looking about £400 for the car.  I was scared it would be more. Pick up tomorrow.

Wednesday, 21 January 2026

Sans car, on public transport I played Bad Company, it’s a long time since I listened to them. No trace of the supposed roadworks at Henderson Street. After the butchers, I got a tram home instead of going via Lidl, hoping my car would be ready by the weekend. At least I’m walking more…

Arriving home, I found that the work on Henderson St had been done early (maybe).  Anyway, the road has reopened. What about the buses though?

I checked my route to Heather’s; a tram to Haymarket, and an express bus. This was my first time on West Lothian buses (X18).  I saw places I’d never seen: Broxburn, Dechmont, a huge Tesco distribution site.

Heather was quick with the replacement, but slow with showing me the obligatory pictures of her grandson!

My return bus back never showed up so I got a bus/train. Faster, but it was bitter, rain and sleet.  This forced me to go to Ryrie’s to thaw out.  Julie said that Elaine would meet me there, and sure enough, a few minutes later…

Tuesday, 20 January 2026

Julie (back to work) told me Elaine is due for a chest X-Ray Thursday.

I attempted to drive to the garage but the front left tyre went flat on the way, and I limped into Iona St. I phoned the RAC, filled in the online form with the result they will be here in a minimum of 4+ hours. Bloody useless.

Therefore I cancelled my Boots appointment and my meeting with Lawrance and Bill. I walked over to the garage to let them know. Ali reckoned it was a broken spring and that punctured the tyre. He said it was fairly common. I hope that’s all it is.

Given the advised attendance time, I went home. There, the time went to 13:30, before advancing to 11:40. I decided I’d better make my way back, and at the team stop I received a call to say he’d be there in 10 minutes. Panic! In the event the RAC arrived before 11 and I arrived shortly thereafter.

It’s the spring, strut, corrosion, add a tyre, expensive. I got away from the garage at 12:15, depressed. Home for lunch.

I’m going to have to start watching C4 news again, given the nonsense. It reminds me of the Cuban missile crisis. I called  Bill to the Shore for a drink.  I started off with beer.  I got the day mixed up, I was thinking it was Sunday.

The world is all agog at Carney’s excellent speech at Davos, coming shortly after Macron’s. Leadership at last.

Monday, 19 January 2026

A quiet day, I hope. But then a message from Bill to say that they were having a farewell breakfast for the NZs at Teuchter’s. I went over, but no beer was on offer as John was power-washing the cellar!

I told Bill about Trump’s latest deranged letter to the Norwegian PM about “peace” – real toys-out-the-pram stuff.

Pamela S called me but for some reason my WhatsApp settings on my phone had changed and it all went wrong.  Anyway, I said my goodbyes of the NZ guys, and we all went our separate ways.

I had to wait for an  Amazon delivery, and a busy day tomorrow.

Sunday, 18 January 2026

In the absence of my car, I shopped late at Aldi before going to the Malt and Hops and Shore.

I learnt a new word from Chiara: Sufficiente is the Italian for adequate (in the sense I use it). Robert Kenny came over for a chat. Unusually the Shore was quite but busy later.

Julie’s car was  OK, the RAC chap fixed it FoC. Hope mine is likewise, unlikely.

My Beef brisket recipe worked well, I really enjoyed it, and doubtless the substantial leftovers will do well as stovies.

Dons and Glasgow won.

Saturday, 17 January 2026

I completed my marinades for brisket US style for tomorrow, and tandoori lamb chops for tonight, did a washing, so a decent start to the day.

Scott Adams, creator of Dilbert, has died. A sad loss.

In the afternoon, I went to Lakeland, followed by Valvona and Crolla and back home via 16 and tram (fucking clowncil) & went over to the market. Unfortunately Pie Dolly had only veg pies left. Teuchter’s cheered me up. I only went in for 1, but Nigel and Tash came in… Then Julie arrived (unannounced, but she’d sent me a message I’d failed to pick up) with her colleague Augustina who is from Argentina.

Then the CAMRA guys came in for a pub crawl that I knew of but had forgotten.  I chatted with them for a while.

It went downhill after that.  Julie and Augustina accompanied me across the bridge, and we had a couple in the Shore, before I went home for my much-delayed dinner!  Julie is hoping to get her car fixed today.  Elaine wasn’t well anyway, so the movie date was cancelled either way.  Elaine is worried she is having a recurrence of the infection that previously hospitalised her. She sees the GP on Monday.

Friday, 16 January 2026

I met Jim A at Waverley as usual, and we met the 3 girls at the station.

Our first stop was the Barrels.  It’s a great wee bar and we had a couple there before heading for lunch at Mavi Turkish.  We had the set lunch menu and a fair bit of wine, which all went down very well. The bill including tip was £38, very good value.

We crossed the road to L’Atelier, where unusually I moved back from the grape to the hop. The keg Lervig is lovely.  I went up with Jim to order a second round, but when we were asked to be quieter, Jim stormed off in high dudgeon.  We weren’t that loud, not exactly a hen party but…  So we recrossed; to the Curfew Microbar, thus completing our usual round.

We ended up at the Castle hotel for a finisher before getting our respective trains home, Wendy having “lost” the kitty purse (she found it next morning of course). A thoroughly enjoyable afternoon; we talked a lot about our pasts and showed a lot of old photographs.

Our trains were almost on time and arriving at Waverley, the tram was working after earlier problems. In fact I think mine was the first to resume.

A message from Julie; her car is now knackered.  The battery, she thinks.  Her pal Robert is coming to fix it she hopes. She was going to join me and Elaine to see Nurenburg at Elaine’s tomorrow (I hadn’t known) so this might be cancelled.

Thursday, 15 January 2026

A busy day in prospect: visit to the nurse for tests, GBG surveys, and a visit to Teuchter’s this evening to see Alistair Batchen et al.

At the surgery, BP was 132/84. weight up as expected.  Given the amount of alcohol over the festive season, I’m not looking forward to a call from Dr Judy! I called to check if I was still on the Orthopaedics list.  I am, but the current wait time is 78 weeks: I still have 40 to go!

After lunch. It was time for another 2 GBG surveys: Carriers and the Malt.

In the Carriers, Laurie was in talking to Holly.  He is still working for Barney’s and had just been in Teuchter’s selling some Anubis Stout to John.  Good to see him.

In the Malt, Justice was in as per, but also Calum and Jacqui (area manager, not one of the other 2!). I did the survey, and we were joined by Laurence, then Logan and Jacqui R.  Alan has had problems with his forthcoming trip to Tunis (with the 3rd Jacqui), which has required negotiations and added expense. Not happy.

Lawrence was in good form and health and said that Kathleen was much improved.  Her daughter is home from Australia.  Then Keith (Shore) came in. He commented on the amount of drink we’d put away on Tuesday.  Mindful of the forthcoming evening, I only stayed for a couple before going home to input the surveys.

And after dinner, Teuchter’s.  I got a message from  Rory (no 15) to say he was in, and going over I saw that Lawrance was already in (they’d never met), followed later by Redmonds and the Batchens. Table 6 became available, and much drink was consumed before the arrival of  Claire and Nick! I followed them out the door before 11. Ting tomorrow at Berwick OT!

Wednesday, 14 January 2026

Shopping by public transport. I survived it, although Aldi was replaced by Lidl at the Kirkgate. Two trams and a bus needed.

I completed tagging my music, before going to the Shore to meet Bill ” for a couple” as they were going out to dinner at Rishi’s. Kian was with him. We were joined by Nick and Claire later.  Bill was in the bad books with Anne for not keeping her informed!

Tuesday, 13 January 2026

I got to see a GP this morning (new woman) and she relieved me of my minor mole worry; Keratosis she said.

It’s wet and mild today and I’ve planned my GBG visits.

To Teuchter’s later.  No gossip, small war few casualties, although Dylan was noticeable hungover. I met Tash on the way over to see Nigel who’d been fixing the sound on the bar TV.  Turned out it was a signal splitter, fixed by turning it off and on again! The Redmonds came over (Anne and Bill), and we ended up in Shore until 10!  Dinner there, thanks Anne.

Monday, 12 January 2026

I’m a bit down today. But the ice has disappeared.

I phoned the GP: call back tomorrow, just emergencies today.

Issy and I had a videocall.  She is looking forward to seeing Annie and Paula in March.  She’s changed her hair again.  Paul is not that great: old age ailments. But the rest of them seem OK.  I told her about the Fifth Step, which interested her.  I caught up with the SLTN to see if Mather’s was mentioned.  No, but the Mossett Tavern is for sale, so I sent the link to Fergie.  Also, the Beehive is closing for a big refurb.

And it’s staff party today at Teuchter’s, so I’ll maybe pop along tomorrow after 4 to hear any scandal. I have to do my GBG surveys by the end of the month as well.

I plucked up courage to call my garage.  They can’t do anything before next Tuesday, the day before I go to Heather for my filling repair. Pelion on Ossa.

I saw a video of Craig Gordon’s save yesterday. Incredible, and the days finally getting noticeably longer.

Sunday, 11 January 2026

A very bad start to the day.  Apart from the wet cold and dreary weather, returning from Sainsbury I went into some kind of pothole and have done serious damage to the underside of the car, probably terminal. A terrible stench and rumbling as I dragged something along the road until I fortunately managing to drive home. At least I’m covered with the RAC.

Plus I think my facial mole has changed, I’ll phone the GP. Just the thing to put me in the mood for meeting Julie later.

She had already been to see a film (Sentimental Value), and had gone to the pub.  I was about to go to OT when I realised that she was at Omni.  Looking at my ticket, I realised it was for the Omni.  If she hadn’t messaged me, I’d have been late.  More woes to add.

We met at the Playfair (JDW). I gulped a couple of large whites down as I related my tale of woe explaining I was unlikely to be good company.  However, she cheered me up and  her  distracted me from the horror of the morning.

 

The play was fantastic.  A great double-hander from Loudon & Freeman and a play with many very funny moments despite the topic of AA.  I was in much better fettle by the end. We took a tram down to the Malt and Hops to meet Jacqui

The usual finisher in the Shore after.

Saturday, 10 January 2026

The WoL has refrozen, surprisingly.

I spent most of the day tidying up my music files metadata across my devices.  I therefore declined an invitation to join the Redmonds this evening, discretion being the better part of valour.  Plus, I’m going to the cinema with Julie tomorrow.  Or, as I look at my watch, today.

Friday, 09 January 2026

The mattress was comfortable (better than my old one, I will never again buy a foam mattress), but I have new aches until I get used to it!

A grey, damp day by the looks of it. Sleet and wet snow early. I cancelled my Prime membership.

 

I went up for a haircut before going to Teuchter’s.  Ceri wasn’t busy so I got out early and thus was early in the pub.  I had a Lou coffee to but yet more hair on my chest.  Lawrance was likewise early. John T told me that Mathers was for sale for £1.6 million. Bruce arrived. Joan’s health problems are no better, plus she appears to have uterine cancer.  She’s very down, and who can blame her.

We were joined by Julie (she’d messaged me to meet up so I just arranged she join us). Bruce and she had a rare old chat; he was quite taken.  Contrary to what I’d thought, she hadn’t met Lawrance before.

Julie and I had a finisher at the Shore, a blether with Stevie Moan, and home.

Thursday, 08 January 2026

Up late, knackered.  Fry-up required

A slow recovery day, apart from the excitement of the mattress delivery. More importantly, will I sleep well on it?

Wednesday, 07 January 2026

WoL refrozen today; still no snow.

There was no fish pie! On the plus side, I beat the TTLs about to be switched on at OT. There was no soda water in either Adi or Lidl, I had to take sparkling (same thing really).

The snow has really opened up Cairngorm for skiing.

I came across a BBC documentary on YouTube about the West Highland Line, from 1960. Very interesting and it brought back some memories.

With my supplies I was ready for the Redmonds en famille, all except Josh who was still visiting his granny in Dundee. A good night of music, alcohol, and videos, ending around 2am.

Tuesday, 06 January 2026

The WoL really solid with ice today.  No snow though, yet, despite the Yellow warning.

I have bought a new mattress and booked my South Africa tram/wine tour.

I had Neato problems.  I managed to repair it but ended up with 2 screws over. Then I had a Webcam mike problem, and manged to sort that out too. Hope it’s not going to be a series of troubles.

Julie has booked us tickets for the “Fifth Step” NT production on Sunday.

I checked in on my “Friends in the North”, who all seemed to be OK.  Annie got out for shopping today with Catriona doing the digging out and got back safely with sufficient supplies. Unfortunately, the Dons are severely lacking hap, with the Huns having an easy victory at Castle Greyskull.

The Redmonds are visiting tomorrow.

Monday, 05 January 2026

More ice on the WoL, but no snow.

How ridiculous that in these times of global instability, Scottish media headlines are about the sacking of a soccer manager. Distraction techniques indeed, “Bread and circuses.”

Sunday, 04 January 2026

Ice today on WoL A lovely sunrise with a full moon heavy on the horizon as I returned from Sainsbury.

Later, I had to go to Aldi, and walked to the Malt. There was a snow flurry as I went home via the Shore. Tonight’s treat, Tomahawk steak.

Thelin leaves.

Saturday, 03 January 2026

Colder…

That arsehole Trump continues with his insanity; this time it’s Venezuela.

I went over to the Malt.  Both Alan’s, Neil and Jacqui and even Kevin in a busy afternoon.

Ending up as usual in the Shore, I was quite happy. With the evil twins results, not so with the Dons.

I booked the Berlin hotel.

Friday, 02 January 2026

Getting back to normal. This included a visit to Teuchter’s with Bill.  Danny arrived and chatted with us, then Tash and Nigel.  There are daffodil shoots on the walk over.

I went over to the Malt later to have a frolic with the Fortunae and Molly, who is looking gorgeous.  I didn’t stay for too long and had a finisher in the Shore with Stevie Moan and Martin, before going home to listen to Dire Straits

Thursday, 01 January 2026

Welcome, 2026. Jaded, I didn’t emerge until after 8. Big breakfast required. I stayed in all day.

Wednesday, 31 December 2025

And so the end of the year has hurtled once more towards us on a frosty morning.

The traffic was not as busy as yesterday and the shops were quiet, until I got to Welch’s. Still, home before 10 is good. First bike session for a while. New year new me?

I received a Reform letter with a Reply-paid envelope. I think I’ll use it…

Later in the Shore I was joined by Bill, and eventually Nick and Claire. A pleasant afternoon, and I was home for 18:15 having had far too too much  wine in preparation for later. I listened to the last Iain Anderson broadcast. I’m depressing myself.

Around 10:30 I headed out. Stopping first at the Shore where Keith was unwilling to let me in to the very busy bar; but he was persuaded.

Then to the Malt, up at the corner of the bar, where Geoff Snr was, along with Anton & Edwin whom I twitted was obviously an MI5 agent.  The place was heaving, and at the Bells, the whole street and bridges also, awaiting the fireworks.  Calum excelled himself. After, to Teuchter’s sitting with Tash & Chris also busy. Full of beer, I left and got home at 01:30 meeting Lara and Richard on the way.

Bed!

Tuesday, 30 December 2025

I went to Lidl mid-morning.  What a traffic jam to get out!

It was the last ever Iain Anderson show last night.

Gail told me that Kenny Brown’s funeral is on 22nd January 14:30, small chapel Warriston.

Later, I watched an old John le Carré documentary on C4 but there was a new Michael Jayston interview about TTSS, and also a program on the Bernina Express (the one I didn’t do).

Monday, 29 December 2025

From today, sunrise comes earlier, but it’s colder. The central heating went on for the first time in a while.

A call from Ron b.  He and and Anne are going to Clydebank for cataract ops.

I broke a filling ☹

Sunday, 28 December 2025

Brigitte Bardot has died at 91.  A stunningly beautiful woman, but a bit of a nazi unfortunately.

A call from Mairi, her knee continues to improve and all round she’s doing better and getting around more. She spent Xmas in Dunoon.

I have just, for the first time, come across the Rhetorical Triangle.  I’m amazed I haven’t done it before. (I was researching Pathos.)

 

Later n the afternoon, I went across to the Shore, where Kenny and Robert had just finished playing.  I was busy, and Chris insisted I have his seat.  He’d  spent an enjoyable Xmas day in the Roseleaf. He was talking to an older man with an extensive but well cared-for white beard, whose name was Ian.  He knew his music, but unfortunately, according to Keith, was a fan of Trump.

Chris too knows his music and had recently done vocals on an album by a pal called (IIRC) Ginger Peat.

He was replaced by Martin, and I  eventually arrived home around 1845 having had fun.

Saturday, 27 December 2025

Homemade soup and sandwich for lunch before I went over to watch the

1872 2^nd  leg at Teuchter’s where John was waiting patiently.  No market today.  Eventually we were joined by the Kippaxs and big Chris. The local football derby was on, with Hibs 3 up!  It changed of course, but still the highest scoring game for some time.  Unfortunately the evil twins also won their games.  I returned a spoon to the insane but gorgeous Alana and we settled down to a grindfest of rugby, pretty much as we saw last week.

I left after the game, and ordered a carry-out.

Friday, 26 December 2025

Up early, having gone to bed early (I think)!  I messaged a happy birthday to Bill and Josh. After a restorative breakfast, a cooking.

 

Afterwards, down to Granton by tram, bus and Shank’s pony for a walk along the breakwater. It’s been a while.  The top of the breakwater has dressed stone on either side, offering easy walking.  In the middle, shaped tones are fitted like a jigsaw puzzle. There were swimmers – bold people en famille, runners, and other like myself, out to blow away the cobwebs.

On the return leg, I had a celebratory pint in the Harbour Inn, which was reasonably busy. Then to the Malt to meet with Justice.  His highlight was saying to the barman, (Ray) “have one yourself”, handing over a fiver instead of a £10.

There was a very noisy dog, plus many other randoms! The Redmonds looked in the window; Bill came in for a quickie before lunch.  He said he’d only be 20 minutes and Alan did not believe him. But 20 minutes later he arrived back.  Then the rest of the family trickled in to celebrate his birthday, siting in a corner. Gerry Halloran was also in, and it became very busy.  I drank more than I’d intended, but there it is. Ray was run off his feet, and there’s a new barmaid, Emmeline.

Anyway, home for dinner.

Thursday, 25 December 2025

A big breakfast, starting with sacred music on the Saturnalia, followed by fizz. The Sixteen, Armed Man, Nimrod, finishing off with Ode to Joy. Depressed. remembering whom I’m not with.

I had various calls etc, before going to the Malt and Hops. All seems to be well with the friends and relatives. The Fortunae and Alan M were already there, in fine fettle; no Levi, he’s with his aunt and father. Also the Kipaxxs. Nigel and Tash did not stay long as they were away for dinner. Julie was very sparkly! Ray was working the bar, Calum on his usual spot. Martin from the Shore joined us. Then Julian arrived. I had a good chat with him. He’s been doing some cruise ship work, both this side and Canada; plus his script work for museums etc. It was great to see him.

Then Ali and Sara, and Stevie and Carol came by before I departed for the Redmonds. Apart from Bill and Anne, the rest were out walking, so my concern about being late was unnecessary.

A fine turkey dinner for me at least! The crackers Anne had bought had whistles in them, which were numbered, and, with an accompanying song sheet, one had to blow them in order to produce a recognisable tune.  It did not go well!  Kian had electronic drumsticks which produced noises wholly unlike drums, so cacophony was the order of the day.

Josh is growing up; nice to see.

I went home before 7, the Malt and Hops fortunately closed.

John Robertson has died.

Wednesday, 24 December 2025

My, Welch’s was heaving. The traffic was light, but the shops very busy.  Still, I got it done reasonably quickly, despite the once-a-year drivers, adding to the irritation of their once-a-year drinking brethren.  I dictated a note about it, but the profanity filter changed a word into asterisks. Then a few more!

I eventually managed to reset it.

 

That is me essentially hunkered down for Yule until Hogmanay.

I listened to the St Andrew’s Iain Anderson show, one of the last. Andy Chung was the featured artist, so good for him.

Quite a few spam messages are leaking into my Yahoo account. Perhaps it’s time I closed it.

I got a message from Bill, suggesting a couple of glasses at the Shore, which I was happy to agree to. Arriving, Bill had already bought a bottle… Then Danny gave us a Christmas glass of port.  At the bar, we were joined by Jenny S and chatted before Claire and Nick came along.  So, not a couple of glasses.

Tuesday, 23 December 2025

I drove over to Motherwell to drop off the Hintons xmas gifts.  My Godchild was in, but John and Liz had been delayed by trials and tribulations. Rose/William is now house-sized.  I suggested he should consider weight-loss drugs.  He’s going over to Willie’s for the football at the weekend; a derby game.

The other problem was that Katie’s car had broken down so Liz and John had to DW the fall-out.  Always problems. As I wanted to get back in daylight, I didn’t linger.

After all that I felt I needed a drink (I know, a bad reason), so popped over to the Shore.  Stevie Moan and Colin were chatting; I joined them. Colin has been away at work, thus explaining why I hadn’t seen him for some time.  He’s currently home for about 3 weeks.

Danny had a devious smile, so I wondered what he was up to.

Home, and a letter from SSS about Winter Heating Payment (which I already received).  I’m irritated that England will get 1/2 of this back in taxes.

Lamb chops Greek style tonight.

Monday, 22 December 2025

There’s a new route from EDI to Bilbao, and also San Sebastian from GLA. Hmm, an autumn amble?