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Thursday, 27 March 2025

My alarm woke me up as planned, and I was shortly on my way to the airport. Given the hour (before 6) I took a taxi at a fixed price €48. The sky was lightening.

I checked in my case, as the new-type scanners are not installed here, and I couldn’t be bothered carrying toiletries through security (I forgot to slip my Smart Tag into it, so 🫰).

Security was a breeze, but it took an age waiting for border control to waken up.

 

I had a glass of OJ & coffee at the large Aegean lounge, which has great views of the airfield. The sun was out, waving me farewell to Greece. Otoh, the forecast for Edinburgh is cloudy and rain.

Again, it was a bus to the aeroplane, and the BC section was 1 row larger and full. We were boarded early and 15 before scheduled roll-back.  Oops no, a bus pulled up with 5 minutes to go with a single passenger.

Another glass of OJ, and that sufficed. (I never sought my Oregano crisps, although I did get DFs for Justice.

This A320 is 16 years old, not the 2 the outbound was, and one can see the difference. No USB. for one. Seats not quite as comfy.

Rollback slightly late. I was sitting on the left side we took off S on the left RW, so a good view of the Saronic gulf, before turning NW.

It took an hour before the seat belt sign went off, and tbf there were some bumpy bits on the climbout.

 

I just had the fresh fruit and rather fine coffee for onboard breakfast, and settled down to some music. Having read about Byron (mad, bad and dangerous to know), the Corries Dark Lochnagar et al, followed by a mixed bag, including the album by Shooglenifty and Dhun Dora, a great collaboration, as we crossed the Dutch coast.

 

Irritatingly, instead of going up the coast and turning left for RW24, we crossed the Pennines to loop in over Carlisle, adding a fair bit to the trip. Nevertheless we were 10 ahead of schedule. The weather wasn’t as bad as expected: yes a little rain, but warmer than I thought it would be. Baggage return however, was tortoise-like. But it eventually arrived, and priority for once meant it. And the tram was fine.

Now, shopping, unpacking cleaning! Now I’m weary. A Chinese tonight I think.

 

Later: I can hear it bucketing down. This is good; it’s dark, and the ground needs it, especially with the wildfire warnings.

An early night, I think. 

Wednesday, 26 March 2025

Last full day. I need to get another hole punched in my belt.

You can’t beat fresh orange juice.

Mr Blue Sky has put in an appearance, but it actually feels cooler, as I popped out just after breakfast, to assess. Later however, the true Greek warmth arrived.

 

I wandered lonely as a cloud and ended back at the hotel, going up to the roof. The swimming pool was not opened for the season yet, but the sun loungers were, and there was just the one couple lying out.

There was a lovely view of the Acropolis to the south, and the 2 hills to the west. However, I did not go to the beach.  Too much hassle and travel, and too lazy.

I celebrated my last evening with the first evening meal since arriving. Additionally, I started to recall more of my Greek.

Elaine is back home safely, in recovery mode.

Tuesday, 25 March 2025

Breakfast was my first food in 24 hours, and might last me the day. 

Still cloudy but warmer, as I considered what to do, given traffic restrictions for the second day of independence celebrations. A key interchange station is closed today. I plan Voulos beach for tomorrow. The city is dead today. Most shops are closed. I went to Barley Cargo, with the intent to go to Tales of Ales. 

4 small beers was enough though, and it was time for a snooze before dinner. How are the mighty fallen.

Monday, 24 March 2025

An early light breakfast before I left on a cloudy warm morning. There’s a lemon  tree  garden outside the restaurant. 

The minibus was 40 minutes late & full and there was the usual  traffic mayhem in Athens. 

Driving to Corinth, along the coast road, there were on one side mountains; now retreating now advancing, a railway and industrial units. On the other, Thalassa.  Scorched and shattered limestone, sandstones. On the bus, mixed langues with English the common one, used by George the guide. We passed the island of Salamis, and the ancient city of Megara. One the site of a famous sea-battle, the other of the Peloponnesian war.

 

The Corinth canal is an amazing sight and site, hoaching with coaches and tourists (like me). I think I’m the oldest on this trip (again). Perhaps not.  There were long queues for the limited loos and Jehovah’s Witnesses at the roadside even here. Onto ancient Korinth where George, issued us with smartphones containing a site guide.

The site is quite impressive, but very ruinous. It took a couple of hours to see it all. No refreshments, as I was neither hungry nor thirsty, so I was first back at the bus. George asked me if I was cold. I replied no, and when he found out where I came from, he understood. The next couple back then commented on the cold!

Then onward to our last stop Acrocorinth. It’s a spectacular fortress as Wikipaedia states.  But the views are even better. And the scents. Leaving, we approached the isthmus from the south. Our final stop was Kechries, one of the old ports of Corinth. Fresh air on the seafront.

Only it wasn’t, we stopped off at the Isthmus Bridge, which is at the southern entrance to the canal. It was very wet, explained by the fact that it sinks to allow maritime access to the canal. Very interesting. On we way back, we crossed the canal again (one could see the Isthmus Bridge at the entrance) and had a pee stop. I stayed on the bus. Back to the hotel for 4pm, mentally weary; 11,000 steps so far.

So I just caught up with events and options. Not even a beer today but let’s see what tomorrow brings.

Sunday, 23 March 2025

Up earlier than usual, abluted and finished off checklist: ready to go!

Unfortunately I’m going to miss this.

The rain had gone as I left for the tram at the time I would normally be getting up, but it  was cool and damp. I expect better in Athens. Nice and warm in the tram though. Arthur’s Seat looked particularly unwelcoming.

I noticed that another big office is being demolished at Haymarket (Rosebery House), and yet more retail being thrown up in EDI. Security was a breeze, and I was soon having breakfast in the lounge, not having to use a precious access as I’m travelling Business. Flightradar shows that my inbound is ahead of schedule. It’s a A320.

I’d also forgotten that Scotland is playing the return leg tonight: as well I have no emblems (deliberately so).

Incidentally, both the airport and lounge were quieter than expected. But by the time I left, it was busy. The soundtrack today is the Martyn Bennett downloads. His “Hallaig” is sublime, containing as it does, Somhairle declaiming the poem.

Time for a wee Macabeo. And… relax.

I strolled down to the gate, and for once boarding was simple with o waiting. Whether it was the Stick of Power or the BC ticket I neither know nor care.

The seating, as is not uncommon on this type of airline and ‘plane, was much the same as cattle class with the middle seat closed off. And either the seats have a bigger pitch, or my weight loss is allowing me more space. Perhaps both.

A busy flight, and in fact many aircraft on stand. So perhaps my earlier impression was premature.

The woman I spotted in the lounge with a hatchling was in the row across from me. I expected my earphones to deal with any problems, and they did.

Rollback was on schedule. The weather had not changed.

The fresh orange juice to start was lovely, but of course I’d prefer fizz 😉

One of the benefits however is free WiFi.

Lunch was OK, but the Beef Tornedos was more leather than meat. Still, the wine helped. The Espresso was excellent. The stewardess was attractive with that narrow, Byzantine head, slanted eyes and pear-shaped pelvis that one sees in old ceramics.

Below, I spotted the Swiss Alps that I saw from the Glacier Express in October. A different aspect for sure, and more snow.

Then approaching Athens we flew over Evia, where there were snow-clad peaks, surprisingly.

Upon arrival, equally cloudy but warmer than back home. No jetbridge but Business class bus! Miles from the terminal.  Transport from ATH is poor. Because of this, the Metro (which is what I got) was standing room only all the way to my change station.

Arrived eventually at the hotel, my room is beside the lift. For the first time in years I switched on the TV to check the football and wished I hadn’t. After some minutes had passed, I switched it off.

It’s independence day celebrations for the next two days, resulting in traffic restrictions. How I envy them.

An early start tomorrow too, as I have to be at the tour pick-up point for 08:15. First though, I went to graze a little at the hotel restaurant buffet. Just the job before bed. No more alcohol though, Adam’s Ale sufficed.

 Saturday, 22 March 2025

I’m not packing anything Scottish this trip, given the result on Thursday!

I checked in, and went through my checklist: all good.

However, my tour to include the Corinth canal got cancelled, so I’ve booked another one. Mond instead of Wednesday. Half the price too.

Afternoon, and I popped over to Teuchter’s to watch the rugby. Or not. Heaving inside and out, and a fault meant no TV. Iain Macniven was in, but no one else I recognised. So after a couple of pints I went home to dinner.

 

Edinburgh lost, but Scotland Women won a towsy game.

Early bed for early start tomorrow.

 

Friday, 21 March 2025

I started prep for my Athens trip, starting off with money.  I have €255! I didn’t remember having so much.

To Teuchter’s, so much for the sunny warm day, my fleece and sweatshirt were employed.  Bill, Lawrance and Bruce later. One of the (new) bar staff came along with two fish dishes.  I assumed they’d ordered it before I came, but no. Lawrance was doing nonsense.

Bruce arrived. a bit down I thought, perhaps over the end of the house saga, and the fact he was driving. Bil and I were enjoying ourselves and decided to have a finisher in the Shore! And the temperature had increased quite substantially, it was nearly warm.

An enjoyable afternoon, but hopefully a dry day tomorrow.

To cheer me up (!)  my council tax bill for next year awaited me on my return; over £200 monthly now.

Sink the Bismarck! was on the TV, and I watched it for the umpteenth time; I should (am?) word perfect in the dialogue by now.

Thursday, 20 March 2025

Bruce has finally sold his other house.

 

To the Abbotsford to meet the Aitkens. A pleasant few beers. I spotted Jack Crawford as he was on his way out and called him over.  It’s the first time I’ve seen him in an age, and he was braw, despite a few on board. Jim said he might join us Friday week.

My suggestion we have a glass in Lady Libertine was agreed to.  I messaged Tom G to say we were in, not for a moment thinking he was there; but like a jack-in-the-box, up he popped.  He said he works out of there most weeks.  He just stayed for one and left, He mentioned a nice wine bar called Spry down on Elm Row; must take a look.  He wasn’t in great form, and messaged me later to say he was tired.  The group is in the middle of changes, and of course he said some time ago he was wanting to move on.  This wasn’t the time to discuss!

We had another pleasant couple of drinkies and went our ways.

My call for next dinner in May.

I got home just after 18:30, a great afternoon. However, the temperature plummeted

A Scotland victory in Athens.  Not; no Scottish emblems to Athens!

 

I see the Cairngorm Hotel is changing hands. Hope it doesn’t change too much.

Wednesday, 19 March 2025

Another fine sunny day, and as I headed up to the Traverse, I felt sufficiently emboldened to replace my fleece and sweatshirt, with a jacket and shirt.

This was my first time in the theatre, although of course I’ve visited the bar and Dine often. The play was Eilidh Eilidh Eilidh a comedy set on Skye. Part of the Oran Mor “A play, a pie, and a pint” series.  It’s quite a small auditorium, and a seat rake worthy of Cardiff Principality stadium!

I had a “play only” ticket so a swift Verdejo to start.

The play was all about the difficulty of locals getting affordable housing, and Air BNB. A bit of Gaelic too. I got the whole thing.

 

Afterwards, the usual Wednesday meet down at the Shore to meet Bill, with his Dundee Cake.

 

Tonight, I had the Chicken Marengo instead of the Fish Pie (tomorrow).

My decision on clothing worked well.

Elaine F had a lung op today, and apparently it went well enough that her chest drain has been removed. She’ll sleep better I hope,

Tuesday, 18 March 2025

18 years on the 18^th…

I was thinking about Martyn Bennett’s music, and downloaded the stuff I didn’t already have.

Then, it was time to log onto a National Gallery live podcast between Sue Black (forensic pathologist) and Ken Currie, the artist who painted her for the gallery.  An interesting hour which just flew by.

Then, off to the Everyman cinema at the St James.  I met Redmonds on the tram; Ann on her way to the Omni, Bill I can’t remember where.  We agreed we might meet later for a beer!

Everyman is an attractive cinema at the apex of the building; a great bar, but expensive. The film was the award-winning Anora.  It was very enjoyable. Nearly pished myself a few times. Real slapstick stuff sometimes. An interesting ending and I loved Borisov as Igor. I thought Mikey Madison had an Asian background.  Turns out she’s Jewish!

 

Leaving after 5, I didn’t think Bill would want a drink at that time: I should have known my man better! So I arrived at the Shore around 17:20’  home for 19:40!  No chicken Marengo, scraps instead

My second Shingles vaccine appointment arrived

Monday, 17 March 2025

Monday started off well enough, but deteriorated. Before heading to Heather, I put on the dishwasher and washing machine, then cleaned the bin.  I splashed some bleach on my fleece, with obvious consequences, and shoved in a basin to soak, before putting on the Neato to vacuum.

I stopped off at OT to buy a mini-HDMI cable, but the shop was closed for a bereavement.

At Heather’s, she said I needed some repair work done, so I’ve had to make 2 appointments.

Returning home, I found that there was a problem with the washing machine and the Neato was jammed.

Fuck.

However, I fixed the washing machine and dealt with the Neato.  And I have, I hope, finished all my beer work.

Elaine still in hospital.

Saturday, 15 March 2025

The 6 nations finale.

Paula messaged me; she was wanting a hall hire in Leith.  I suggested the Dockers (Julie is a member, she’d get the hall for free.  It transpired someone else in her group had tried for it.

As part of my messaging Julie, she told me that Elaine is in hospital.  She was taken in on Thursday with pleurisy, then pneumonia, and maybe a gut problem!  However, she’s hoping to get out on Monday: fingers crossed.

 

I’ve downloaded the beta of OneUI7 to my phone, but understand it doesn’t support Google Wallet.  Well, I’ll see in Teuchter’s later!  If not, I’ll have to roll back.

It was heaving outside Teuchter’s. I heard the hubbub before I saw it; almost all the outside tables occupied.

A chair was waiting for me, with Nigel, Tash Chris and the Hunts.  John too, very pleased with how busy it was!

A good half by Italy, some opportunities left out there, which is a lesson Ireland learnt to their cost last week.

An exciting test match right up to the end, not what I expected. Credit to both teams.

The leass said about the Welsh game the better. I went home for dinner at ½ time, and to watch the France game. Not a good start, but things improved until we had the second try disallowed. The stats were mostly in our favour but not, unfortunately, the most important one. Gregor and Finn wanted an 80 minute performance; they got one  but it wasn’t good enough. We have the lowest player pool of any major nation: we punch above our weight.

My liver will be glad it’s all over. Until the next time.

Oh, Google Wallet worked, so far.

Friday, 14 March 2025

I see the world is in just as bad a mess as yesterday.

I had a waitress-served breakfast on a sunny day  only one other table down.

Then over to Clark’s for pehs; a late celebration of Pie week. I also bought some Dundee cakes for the guys later.

I walked down to the station, a stroll I took many times when I was visiting Caledonia House. In lots of time.

Today’s train 1B74, is a class 43 hauled. A good seat facing left and the train on time.  Leaving the city, I’m always struck by the remains of the original bridge as we cross the Silvery Tay.

Quite a few got on at Leuchars, making it a busy train, despite the 5 coaches. So much more comfortable than other trains. We got into Haymarket 3 minutes early, and I got a tram right away, getting home before midday.

Jacqui R has a new job.

Lawrance was in Teuchter’s today, back from his long trips to the Caribbean and Australia.  He had a great time but hated the long flights. Bruce’s house travails continue.  This time it’s the plumbing.   Dundee cake helped.

Anne joined us, Bruce and Lawrance left and she dragged us into the Shore for wine! Actually, she fought, it was Bill really.

A nice end to a good day.

 

Well done our U20s. And the Welsh! Hope it’s a harbinger.

Thursday, 13 March 2025

Dundee today. Got on a tram for the Leeds – Aberdeen train and took a look at the extended Markies at Waverley. It’s not that much bigger, but is better. However, quite an improvement in the main hall with vastly better seating, and a Brewdog replacing the previous dire bar. No real ale though.

A surprisingly busy train with many getting on. I must remember to get off at Dundee!

The Scotland team’s announced. A 6/2 split. Brown starts, Gray on bench. Dempsey injured. Be interesting to see how the back row does.

I did get off at Dundee, and was interrupted by Fergie: apparently Pamela thought I was trying to contact her.

An early check-in at the Queens, was followed by a visit to the Phoenix. On the way, I stopped into Clarks, the well-known Dundee bakery. I’ll get pehs there tomorrow. It was a good start; good for my step count too. Unfortunately, the beer quality in the Phoenix wasn’t great. Whilst there, I had a wee wager at Cheltenham. Again unfortunately, my poor choices continued.

After returning for a nap, I went to the theatre for dinner. It was fully booked alas, so I ended up in the Casa, a sort of pub restaurant. I had fish and chips and a Sauvblanc

Excellent play, nice modern theatre, quite small. Lesley Riddoch in front of me, seeing her quite a bit this year! Back to the hotel right after. Good result for Rangers, after a scare.

Poor wifi in the bedroom.

Wednesday, 12 March 2025

Nicola Sturgeon not standing next year.  It’s not a huge surprise.

I did some more beer work; soon it will be over I hope! Then, off up town for a haircut in the rain.  The 34 was full of young Spanish (students? ).  Beside the stop, I noticed a rubbish overflowing, so I reported.  When I returned, it had been cleared.  Quick work.

I ended up having more time than I anticipated to messaged Bill, who was very happy to meet me at the Shore after all.

Andy Chung came in later.  I hadn’t seen him in an age, and we had some great craic. Then Sam (from Pilot) came in, on way to Moonwake.  I had a quick word. About the issues, and hopefully it will all resolve.

Tuesday, 11 March 2025

A day for recovery, I think.

Fergie  sent me a picture if his new car, from which I gather he is pleased!

Monday, 10 March 2025

Breakfast first, before getting a 34 up to Guildford.  It was bitter!

Just Bill today, who was  in good form. I had only 2 pints, as I had a CAMRA meeting after.

So we all went our separate ways at 2, and I got a bus to Ryrie’s.

It was a long meeting until 16:30! Then a tram home.

At the Princes St stop, a jakeyess and toyboy jumped on, the jakeyess, a woman of uncertain years, plonked herself beside me, with a pint glass mostly full of beer in her dirty paw.  She got aggressive with the customer service office (female) and tried to intimidate her physically, causing another colleague (also female and very petite) to come in support.  The language was not pleasant, but the the CSOs handled it very well.  The toyboy also tried to calm the woman down, and eventually they got off, after police had been summoned. This caused some delays! I decided to sit tight and do nothing, letting the professionals handle it.

I got home around 17:30, and sent an email of commendation to Edinburgh Trams, getting a pleasant response quite quickly.

Sunday, 09 March 2025

Off to the shops, where there was Haar to start. Leaving Sainsbury Athur’s Seat was unseen. We went for a walk through the Links, where there were avenues of crocuses, and ended up in the Malt and Hops.  By the time we left, the sun was out.

Dinner and wine…

Saturday, 08 March 2025

Game(s) day. And International Women’s Day. Raise a glass, ladies.

After a big breakfast, we went over to Teuchter’s where my table awaited.  Dylan joined me abd Fergie as we waited for John Robert and Kirsty. 

A great result for the Dons was a good start to the day before the Campbells arrived,  Great to see my cousins as always.

The first game was a bit of a surprise, with Ireland dominating the early stages, before simply being overwhelmed by France.  The big talking point was the sad injury to Dupont.  Ireland can have no complaints about the result.

 

Then to our game, and just before, I literally had my collar felt.  Nikki M was tidying me up; bless.  She had come in to watch the game and I inveigled her into joining us.

It was deffo a game of 2 halves, with Scotland hanging on at the death.  Nikki buggered off with no hesitation and the Campbells accompanied us to the Shore which I’d booked yesterday.  A good dinner and a great day.

Friday, 07 March 2025

Our 45th wedding anniversary.

It’s just over a fortnight to Athens, where the temperature is currently in the low 20s.

I picked up Fergie from the station and after offloading at home, headed to Teuchter’s to meet Bill. Danny Hunt was standing with Bill at the bar, so we had a right blether.  He and Mrs Danny are coming along tomorrow to watch the Ireland game, but leaving thereafter.

Nigel arrived too, but it was time for us to go.  Surprisingly, Bill readily fell in with my suggestion for a “nightcap” in the Shore.

Thereafter it was time to change and go up town for the Festival Theatre. First however, pre-theatre dinner at Beirut. A Lebanese restaurant round the corner in Nicolson Sq.  It was fine, and in fact I couldn’t finish my chicken kebab.  It was busy, the food was good as was the service.  They gave us a free glass od red for messing up our starter order (for which I was grateful).

 

And so to the gig.  I’ve been to this big venue one time before, with the Gibsons. We had a quick wine (and I ordered interval wine) before going to the auditorium.  A great starting song by Julie Fowlis was slightly at odds with the flow, but both Karine Polwart and Mary Chapin were excellent and we thoroughly enjoyed it from out great seats near the front.

At the end, we ran into Phil and Jenny, along with Pat and wife. I bought the CD, and Phil  told me he was unimpressed, just as I was talking to Karine whose identity he didn’t believe! Anyway, bus and tram and bed for 11pm with the weather spring-like

And the U20s won.

Thursday, 06 March 2025

My final survey today, at the Stockbridge Tap, Paul told me the sale to Raeburn fell through.  Up in the air again. Anyway, my judging done, they had the best beer IMHO.  Then, a wee bit of shopping before heading home on a sunny day.

 

Great result for the Huns

Wednesday, 05 March 2025

The wind has died down, but another grey day with rail forecast. It’s Ronnie Buchan’s birthday today; I wished him the best.

Onto the shopping. Annie had messaged me that Lidl had a good deal on Picpoul and so they did.  Then a message from Fergie, Bill Esson has died aged 95.  He was a former DI in Aberdeen.

Later, off to Staggs to do a GBG survey and meet Bruce and Bill as well.  I ran into Bill at the bustop outside the Guildford. And we got down before 1:15 with Bruce already there.

 

Hayley (one of Nigel’s daughters) was on the bar.  I did the survey and we had a good afternoon. Bruce left  to catch bus “in 2 minutes” but when we arrived at the stop, he was still there, chatting up a 95 year old woman. Bill and I got off on Princes Street, cut through Mark’s and Spencer and had a swiftie in the Abbotsford before getting a tram home, back 17:15 full of beer although I only had 3 pints.

If Ukraine is 1938  Czechoslovakia, who is Poland? Oh, wait…

Tuesday, 04 March 2025

A grey start to pancake Tuesday. Or carnival.

And that is the first clean of the glazing done this year, as part of the house cleaning. No matter how hard I try, there’s always drip marks left.

Ach well, I’m sure Fergie won’t be too bothered.

The wind sounded louder as the evening went on.

Monday, 03 March 2025

Not a good night at the Oscars for Conclave.  I’m surprised, and a little disappointed. Anyway, I’ve booked to go see Anora on Thursday evening, while I have the chance.

I tried to book a Vietnamese restaurant for pre-theatre on Friday, but no dice.  Onto plan B. Beirut, in fact. The restaurant, not the place, ’cause we wouldn’t be back in time for the gig.

I see Jack Vettriano has died. Loved his work.

Another news item: I reaf that the Scottish Wildlife Trust has acquired 7,000 ha south of Ullapool, which includes some of the Fannichs. I think this is good.

As for the rest of the day: chill.

Sunday, 02 March 2025

Quite crisp this morning, and the sub was blinding as I drove to Sainsbury.

I see that Skype is being closed down.  I will give Google Meet a go and see if it’s ok.

Off to OT for prescription; it was open this time.  They seem to have a wee Sunday Market there, a picture of which I sent to Pamela S to whet her appetite.  I avoided the Malt, but after putting on my dinner, gave in and went to the Shore.  I got chatting to Brian thee and ended up having 5 glasses of white.

Stevie Moan came in, surprisingly downbeat after a good result in the derby.  As to the Dons: fuck me!

 

After dinner (most of which I left) I watched TV. There was a good programme about Dolly Parton’s Jolene and I watched a recording of the 1968 PBS America series “Fall”. The Christmas broadcast from Apollo 8 of Genesis 1 was just as moving as I remember the original. Inspirational, the USA at its best.  How they have fallen.

Saturday, 01 March 2025

And so the first day of spring dawns; grey and uncertain. The free world seemingly united in its condemnation of the carrot-topped clown, with the dishonourable exception of the UK* PM. It took me a while to get to sleep last night.

Condemnation of Vance and Trump is near universal, but Budapest is now on my shit-list.

This morning I was wrestling unsuccessfully with getting a wireless connection set up between my digital camera and PC.  My tech skills have evaporated.

 

Later, first to pick up a prescription from Boots.  The pharmacy was closed! The demolition there seems to be complete, with only the site clearance remaining.

So then to the Malt to meet Brian and Elaine, along with Alan J. Alan said that Lawrence was in yesterday and was in good form.  That’s excellent. Then Elaine told me that Frankie had been jumped by 3 guys yesterday.  She’s ok but what a shocker.  Hope they catch the bastards.

Three pints was amply sufficient and good craic. I’ll pick up the meds tomorrow. As I left, Neil and Jacqui arrived, and the sun came out. (No there is no context there!)

 

Ian Provan and Kenneth Stirling retired yesterday, neither had a “do”.  The shame of it!

A carryout curry for tonight…

*He redeemed himself somewhat, later, albeit not calling out the cadmium clod.

Friday, 28 February 2025

Kelso on a spring-like day. Actually, it’s the last day of winter, and it’s appropriately cold. But tomorrow…

I see the neo-Nazis in USA are gutted that there isn’t the smut they expected over the Epstein files.  So they want some stuff made up.  “Tell us lies, we are eager to believe them.”

 

I got the 11:45 train, a 170. Bill Burnett hailed me, he wasn’t going to Kelso (had done it already), but to Staggs via Newcraighall. The train was not too busy, and a pleasant journey to Gala to catch the 67 bus onward to Kelso.

Getting off, Tony Hunt (a Geordie) saw me and introduced himself. We hooped on the bus; an easy ride to Kelso and started off at Cobbles.  Tony has been around a fair bit.  He told me that a pub in London called the Pineapple, was a sister bar to the Southampton Arms.

Anyway, Cobbles is a cracking bar and was POTY Borders last year (runner-up this). It had a good selection of Tempest beers and a lovely log fire.

After a pint, we went round the corner to Rutherfords, our destination.  It’s a micropub, and a very nice little place.  We supped in there, doing the survey etc, and were eventually joined by Dave, who’d been dawdling elsewhere!  He too was a very interesting chap.  He drystone-dykes for fun (he’s older than me)!

 

Eventually Tony and I headed off leaving Dave to do his survey.

Getting to Gala, we found the next 4 trains were cancelled.  I saw that an X95 was going to Edinburgh in 4 minutes, and so it transpired. It was actually easier for Tony as it stopped nearer home for him.  On the way we could see some of the planetary conjunction.  Venus and Mars are all right tonight. Also on the way, an unusual bus shelter sign; Trust in Allah.

Because of the new closure of North Bridge northbound, but diverted down the Mound, and I was able to get off at the bottom to National Gallery and hop on a tram. Comfortable buses.

Home 20:15, a defrosted casserole for dinner.

A good (if close result for Edinburgh rugby.

Before going to sleep, the internet and my SM feed exploded with the doings of the Tangerine Turd, who has has really smeared shit all over himself and his country tonight.

Thursday, 27 February 2025

I got an HMRC email to check my tax code.  Down sharply due to OAP uprating. Ah well, it’s a nice day anyway.

Off to Kelso tomorrow for a pub visit, so I’ve bought my train ticket to Gala.

Wednesday, 26 February 2025

Returning after the shopping, the rain started.  Result.  Hopefully it will have stopped by the time I meet Bill.

It did. There was a new beer from Pilot on, Strata Pale @3.9%. Quite delicious, so both Bill and I had a couple, before moving onto Pinot Grigio. Michael from across the water came in and we chatted. A good afternoon, only one mention of the Dons score, Ditto Hibs on Saturday!

Pleasant weather, but it seems unlikely we will be able to see the planetary conjunction tonight as the cloud comes in. I was wrong as it transpired. I was able to see Venus (obviously), Jupiter and Uranus at 19:00. That was enough of an adventure.

Tuesday, 25 February 2025

Reasonably busy.  A bit of exercise, messages from various people in particular Alisdair Curtis.  He seems OK in his new home, but is still having problems with his Universal Credit.

I had my prearranged call from Dr Judy.  All the numbers were good, and below any problem areas, so she was full of praise for me!

I paid my parking fine and ordered a couple of packing cubes.

I’ve an invite to Lisa Gibson’s 50th in April, so I booked a train to Aberdeen. Hopefully the Scotts can put up with me…

And that, apart from reading and watching a Sharpe episode, was that.

(The Scotts feel able to put up with me.)

Monday, 24 February 2025

O woke in a panic from a dream.  In it, I realised I’d failed to arrange my staff annual reports and woke to enter them in my diary!  No doubt linked to my GBG visits.

I resolved my printing problem. The new cartridge had in fact lain around for too long and was dry. I also went out to buy some A4, going all over the place, picking up a parking ticket on the way.  At least it’s a nice day.

Later, I caught up with my reading: the National, Ruth Wishart, and the ever-excellent Neal Ascherson et al, and in the LRB, fine pieces on Tariq Ali’s and Angela Merkel’s memoirs, as well as a great piece by Colm Toibin, about a book on Peasantry by Patrick Joyce.

Sunday, 23 February 2025

Not bad weather, just a bit of rain and breeze, as I made my visit to Sainsbury.

I’ve tentatively booked a hotel for 4 nights in London in June. And trains for Paula and my trip to Chris in Harrogate in May.

I have 3 pubs to visit in the next 3 weeks for the GBG.

A hammering for Italy.

Saturday, 22 February 2025

Game day.  I hope that the U20s isn’t a pointer to today’s.  And that the Dons win back-to-back.

A very pleasant day so far, I hope it stays that way.

I just read an amazing story: a man’s sight has been saved by grafts from a donated placenta of all things.  Who knew??

 

Anyway, I went over to Aldi for a carryout, then to Teuchter’s via the Pie Dolly for some sausage rolls.  I was tempted by Long White Cloud on cask, and yielded.  I enjoyed it so much I had a second, but discretion made me choose Jarl.  Then to Elaine’s. At first, just she and Julie, and we ate the sausage rolls. Then Alan, Russell and Nikki arrived, before Natalie. It turned into a party.

However, I was glued to the TV

A spirited performance by Wales. It won’t be easy at Murrayfiled.

The second game otoh, was behind the sofa stuff.  A bit like Eng v France a fortnight ago, we had superiority, but typical Scotland, failed to turn pressure into points. And gave away too many penalties.

A fun afternoon nevertheless and great craic.

We all walked to the Malt, except I turned right instead of left, and went home.  I’d drunk the wine, but left the beer.

Friday, 21 February 2025

It was windy and warm on the bridge to Teuchter’s.

No George today, but  a good session with Bruce Bill, and  home for 4.  Explained I wouldn’t be around next Friday (GBG visit).

A message from Paula; we are going to visit cousins Chris and Katrina in Harrogate in May.

Wednesday, 19 February 2025

With the nonsense that is going on between Russia and USA, it is clear that the USA has finally come out of the closet on “Might is right”.  This at the time that the UK fatally weakened itself over Brexit, instead of being in a position to lead Europe.  UKGOV has no international credibility and little power.

So, never mind Canada being the 51st state, that position was taken long ago by the UK.

Anyway, back to the normal Wednesday: shopping and wine with Bill later, to commiserate over Celtic’s brave draw last night.

Good to see him again. They had an enjoyable time in London too. They met Malcolm Pim, a great guy, and some other friends and relatives. We spent a convivial afternoon, perhaps with too much red wine.

 

A message from Iain; the heart procedure didn’t work as hoped, so he’s just going to have to live with the condition.  He’s to stay on blood thinners.  Could be worse.

Tuesday, 18 February 2025

A leisurely breakfast before heading out to T5 on the Tube.

Security was not as busy as usual, but still the same faff. Need to catch up with EDI!

For the first time I have used the Plaza Premium lounge here. It’s OK, not as big as the Terraces, but less crowded. Not such a good F&B offering, but perfectly acceptable. It’s sunny: a pleasant day to fly. Some nibbles, some Sauvblanc…

 

When my gate number came up, it transpired that my wonder as to why the aircraft had inbound to east of 5b was that we were bussed to it on a remote stand. So this is one of these times it pays to be last to through gate. (And extra time for wine.)

The aeroplane was parked east of T5C at 591, so a long bus. A busy flight, also with a noisy handicapped child (no one’s fault, obviously). But Bruce on the earbuds did the trick.

Rollback was 20 minutes late, we arrived 5 late, I got home at 18:35.

GCH on, house was cold!

A really enjoyable couple of days.

 

What a cruel last minute blow for Celtic.

Monday, 17 February 2025

Sunny today, and a later start than yesterday, with a more leisurely day in prospect. First, breakfast. Very busy, and one waitress-cum-manager, who was worked off her feet. Anyway, a decent if not too much, feed, before to the nearby British Library, another place I’ve never been to before, and the Silk Road exhibition.

 

It bore upon me that I have neglected the cultural offerings of London. Mostly because although a frequent visitor, I was constrained by work. Perhaps I should reconsider.

 

After my visit, I should! The exhibition was not large, mostly manuscripts, appropriately enough, and took about 45 minutes. Very good, interesting, illuminating and educational. The exhibits are from the city of Duhuang, a onetime nexus on the eponymous roads. I bought the book.

Planning would be needed for a future visit to this facility.

I see bus prices are cheaper than Edinburgh, @ £1.75! London is essentially a city state.  I am now looking at it with a fresh eye and feel I should revisit for a longer period to take in its cultural offerings, however much I disapprove of the lootings of Empire a la Elgin Marbles.

 

Euston Tower and the Prince of Wales Feathers brought back memories of my time in the Expat team, before I headed up to the Southampton Arms to meet Andrew Jarjour.

A bus took me to the door.

It’s a superb traditional bar.  An open fire, 8 cask, a selection of ciders also, and a good selection of craft keg.  Cash was £4.97!!

I had 6 halves; 5 of beer, and one rather excellent pork pie. Andrew was great company as usual. We may not have set the world to rights, but at least we identified the problems.

He’s worried about how things are going with the Cadmium Clod.

 

I left at 21:30, getting the 214 back.  It was bloody cold with no heating in the bus. A great night out and in the hotel before 22hrs

I noted that queueing for buses is no longer a thing: the general decline in civics.

Sunday, 16 February 2025

Early start; yes I got a tram, but only to OT to get a 200 bus. The trams should however be running full route by my return. Another cold grey day, with a similar prospect in London.

Easy transit, and they have brought the new-type scanners into use, which is a considerable improvement in getting through security quickly.

I didn’t have time to go to a lounge, so settled for a Prosecco at the Fever-Tree bar, beside my departure gate. Fergie called, they are in Dundee for a couple of days. He was very happy with the Dons result.

 

Once again the rigmarole of being called in sequence only to wait for the exit gates to be opened. I assumed this was a budget airline issue, but obviously not! A complaint to EDI beckons. 10 minutes… And obviously a knock-on effect on roll-back time. Menzies aviation…

Incidentally, my entitlement card was accepted as ID (I did have my driving licence, but I thought I’d give this a go).

Rollback was on time, so all good. This 16-year old A320 has now got power sockets and free WiFi (for Executive club members) . A lot of solar panels set up around the taxiways.

A trouble – free flight, in early, and I got a tube quickly. Ahead of schedule, I decided to check in at the hotel and go to my exhibition, rather than the other way round. Sunnier here than I expected.

Been a while since I last used my Oyster card.

 

Anyway, I got to the hotel, dumped the bag and went to the exhibition, at the Royal Academy of Arts, a place I’ve never been to before. On the way in, I went through the Burlington Arcade, full of very expensive small shops. I didn’t stop, but noted to tell Pamela S.

 

The exhibition was really fine, as my pix attest. I had downloaded an audio guide which much increased my understanding and enjoyment. It was busy.

 

Then back to Euston and a long overdue visit to the Doric Arch. I dithered about dinner, and wanting a Sunday Roast, ended up in the Corinthia hotel, Tom Kerridge’s restaurant. Very nice and traditional place, and a rib roast (very like Canadian Prime Rib) which I could not finish. Thankfully I didn’t have a starter (or dessert).

In front of me, two couples (not together) doing the seduction dance, quite brazenly, with a certain amount of exchange of saliva.

Anyway, no more for me, not even beer: an early night beckoned.

 

I got a bus back to my hotel, a la Ian Macintosh. Terrible traffic, why on earth do so many people drive in this city? Still stuffed, I headed to bed.A good step count.

A videocall from Iain, just as I went to my bed! He and Marguerite are coming over for the wedding, and intend staying a month in the UK, including some indeterminate time with me, along with a visit to the Tattoo. Also, a visit to the West Country. I suggested the Penzance train.

He undergoes his heart procedure on Wednesday (in Calgary). It’s a bit like defibrillating. Causes of the condition can be sleep apnoea, thyroid, and surprisingly, anti-histamine. They have a lot of snow.

Saturday, 15 February 2025

A remop of the kitchen floor after last night’s debacle.

I arranged to meet Andrew Jarjour on Monday afternoon, before heading up for the annual GBG selection meeting.  It was at the Argyll Arms, a bar I haven’t been to for many years.

It was grey and damp, an overhanging smirr, but not as cold as late. A long meeting, and I’ve ended up as a POTY judge. Ironically, I forgot to vote for the POTYs!

My jewellery tree has been delivered.

Friday, 14 February 2025

I just looked at the hotel prices for my trip to Lewis for the wedding in early August.  Fairly horrific, so I booked right away!

Off up to the Guildford on a 34, due to the multiple road etc closures and diversions cutting off Leith. Thank you Edinburgh clowncil.

The Guildford ceiling is being repainted! Bryan Fraser was in with his new girlfriend Stacey. Very bonny!

I’d made a cock-up: the Cuddlies meeting was not in the Guildford but in Cask and Barrel (as stated in my diary!). So I went there via Crombie’s or as I should say now, Broughton Market where purchases were made!  Gary Carnie, the Ians, and John were there.

We discussed Hitler and Sauerkraut for some reason. A very enjoyable session despite my cockup. I left at 5 after 4 pints: stuffed.

I walked up and got a bus/tram home for 17:30 despite the clowncil.

 

It was warm when I got home and thought I’d left the heating on, but no.

Fuck off Vance.

For dinner, I had Steak pie from Crombie’s; mmm.

After, I knocked a tub of pickled herring out of the fridge, which spilt pickle all over the floor. Disaster. I mopped it up, but the floor was horribly sticky.  It will do until tomorrow!

Thursday, 13 February 2025

I went to the Malt where not only AJ, but also Archie and Julian were present, before going to do a cellar visit to the Joker and Thief, then home. Jaqui R has resigned her job.  What now, we asked?

Wednesday, 12 February 2025

After a plateau, my weight is on the way down again. No breakfast. And two new Michelin restaurants in Edinburgh

Annie is home from the antipodes.

I went off up town to John Lewis (because I can, Pamela). A bitterly cold Easterly blowing off the Firth. I wanted some packing cubes to replace my old plastic Ziplock ones.  No joy, but I did get an omelet pan.

I phoned Mairi. She aims not to fall again! She has her knee preop Feb 26^th. Otherwise, OK. 

Iain apparently has Nonischaemic Cardiomyopathy!  He’s having treatment for it.  That’s probably why he was trying to call me the other day.  I aim to call him this weekend.

 

Then, to Cloisters for the curry night.  I was last to arrive: unprecedented. Gregor and Sarah behind the bar, no new info on the takeover. I had a fine pint of 2X2.

The curry was excellent.  It’s the former Bombay Bicycle Club, now the Ghurka. We were the only ones in until we nearly finished. Really fine curries but I had to have a doggie bag.

We had a political discussion unusually. I did not return to Cloisters but instead got a bus and tram home.

It was lovely and warm in the tram, home for 22hrs, and oh! a warm bed!

Tuesday, 11 February 2025

Gatland goes.

A bad email: Trip Case is closing on 1 April.  Very annoying, as I have records of trips from 2016.

I don’t have to attend court tomorrow for jury service: hurrah.

And that was it.

Monday, 10 February 2025

Post game depression

Sunday, 09 February 2025

I picked up car and went via Aldi.

I sped-read the Merchant of Venice, and a Clive James crit of a Jonathan Miller TV adaptation (which I never saw). I agree with him that Portia is a pain. Unfortunately, the actress who played her last night lacked (voice) projection.

I’m confirmed in my view that Antonio is a shit, and Bassanio would fit in well in the court of Trump, and Shylock was the antihero. But when I was a child, I felt the reverse.

 

And so first of all to the Malt, where there is a new barmaid Eilish.  Very hot! AJ was in, along with Ali who was going to the Kings Wark for Sunday roast with Sara.

Then to Teuchter’s for the main event.

Tash, Nigel and the Hunts were just about to leave for the game. I was joined by Joe and Dave (chef), the O Shaughnessy’s and John.

The ball delivery by Hoy and Wainwright was emotional, and the best part of the game.

A dire first half, and the second not much better. Apart from the loss of Graham and Russell, the Back rows were the difference and defence.

Really bad.

 

I headed home straight after to dinner.  Smoked salmon: first for a while, followed by slow cooked short rib and roast vegetables. Mmm,

Saturday, 08 February 2025

I’ve renewed my Railcard for another 3 years. This impelled me to start looking again at my autumn plans for Iceland/Greenland/Canada.  The Ocean sleeper is already sold out for my potential dates!  So looks like I’ll be flying at least one leg.

Then to the rugby. Wales are almost as bad as the Dons.  After, I headed to Boots to pick up a prescription and get some drops for my eyes, which have been very watery.

Then, getting a tram up to the Lyceum, I noticed I’d forgotten to collect my car!

Then I ran (well hopped) for a bus, pain-free. The weight loss is helping the knee impact.

 

I kept an eye on the English score, and went to China Red for pre-theatre food.  It was fine. Then I popped over to the Shakespeare to see the last 2 tries of the rugby, without buying a drink 😁

At the Lyceum, I had some Pinot Grigio before and during the play. It was excellent.

I always preferred Shylock, and the actor was superb. Bassanio looked like Garbisi (Italian fly-half), Gratiano like Greg Hemphill, and there was a whiff of Sandra Bullock about Portia.

The closing of the play had some startlingly dramatic scenes. The cruelty shown towards Shylock, as his kippah and tallit are ripped away from him, is a highlight across the whole cast, and the final scene with Shylock and Jessica singing the Jewish prayer Kol Nidre one their own, but some distance apart is simply breathtaking. (This last is not in the actual play.)

 

Home before the witching hour.

Friday, 07 February 2025

O Sole Mio in Teuchter’s, as the Teams announced. I picked up a Belt punch from John, my waist is decreasing.

 

Later, to the Crem again for Dot’s funeral.  A good service and celebration at Cloisters Chapel.  Too small today, as many former BBC colleagues there. I met and drove the Gibsons to the Village Hotel, where little over a year ago, we had Roy’s wake. We celebrated more and as a result, I left the car overnight. David Robertson in a wheelchair looking older than his years. I remembered most of the rest of (Roy’s) family from his funeral which was when I last saw Dot.

Sad but good. The Gibsons took a taxi to Waverley, me various ways home just before 6.

Thursday, 06 February 2025

A nice day on which to do little.

The Redmonds are off to London for a period; back on the 20th. 

Wednesday, 05 February 2025

My first full shop for a while

Kay Lamond’s funeral. Not a lot of people, good celebrant, some old colleagues not seen for years; Bill Brown on a stick, Jean, Anne of course, Moira whom I don’t recall, and Sara Green. Afterwards, I gave Anne, Jean and Moira a lift to Waverley.  I’m back again on Friday.

To the Shore early today, as Bruce was joining us. Lawrance also came along; he’d never been before. Bill is off tomorrow to London; Lawrance to Australia so only George (?) on Friday.  It was near 5 before leaving. The nights drawing out.

I see the Tangerine Turd has dropped yet another one with his Gaza “plan”

Tuesday, 04 February 2025

To the GP for bloods.

BP 122/84

Weight 115

I had a wee chat with Leanne, she hopes to go to Athens to watch the Scotland game!

Monday, 03 February 2025

Trams closing part-route for a weekend, just as buses aren’t serving Sandport St, and I have for once to go up town a few times. Raging.

Sunday, 02 February 2025

This week; one play, one film, two funerals…

Later, after the shopping and breakfast, a visit to the Malt.  A good attendance today: Alan J returned from Tenerife, Alan M, Jacqui R and Neil, and Ian.  Then the Breckenridges arrived.  They had been absent for some time.  Rod was hirpling despite his knee replacement.  Linda of course is just back from a fun skiing trip to Andorra (not my first choice but beggars can’t be choosers.  Alan M has deferred his Masters until the end of the year; he says he has too much on.  Alan J had a great time away, and JR seems to have recovered from her bronchitis.  I told them of my lunch with Lins F.

The bar was pretty busy.  I only had 2 beers, before heading home; the Shore was too busy to have a pitstop.

A lovely smell of my slow-roasting short-rib greeted me upon entering…

And it was good. Pity I forgot to buy Yorkshires.

 

Time to extend my boycott of USA meat (hormones etc) to all products, in solidarity against the Tangerine Turd.

Saturday, 01 February 2025

Goodbye January, hello game and Imbolg day, and I didn’t manage to see the Turner.  Ron no’ weel, so giving Teuchter’s a miss.  His pal made it

First, a visit to the market and the Pie Dolly.  Then I spotted a French stall which has some really good stuff on it.  Chap said he’d been there a year!

 Then to Tecuhter’s for the game.  A tight game but we should have done better.  A good crowd in the pub, great fun. Glad Italy was our first!  

Charlotte the English lass came in to watch their game.  I gave her my seat, as I left after 3 pints and it was still daylight.

Dons gubbed again.

Friday, 31 January 2025

Off to the Toon on a grey day with Jim.

Sitting opposite us was a young woman with her earphones on.  I noticed gher name on the suitcase above her, sao as we left, I said “goodbye, Emily (Smith)”.  She looked bemused, which after all was the intention.

 We ended up with a Full house in the Cenrurion, as Jane Hudson also came along.  We had a couple there before heading off to lunch at the Portofino.  Early for us.  We were joined by Katie (Rachel’s daughter) with her new baby Ellis.  Quite a gathering.  Jim loved the wee one, as my photos demonstrate.  We stayed there for a couple of hours before flitting to a bar until it was train time. By this time I was on the wine.  Nice pizza great afternoon a bit pissed

 

Home in time for the for rugby. Painful for Wales.

Thursday, 30 January 2025

It seems like a very nice morning. The Scotland teams’ announcement is good.

Off by tram/bus after 1 for my cardiology appointment at the WGH. My first stop, the Stockbridge Tap for my GBG survey. Neil and Sara were both in and I had a useful chat with them about the ownership change. It seems like nothing will change beer or staff wise, which is fine. Then to George Bowers where I bought sausages and was severely tempted by pheasants @ £5 and the contents of their new beef fridge (see gallery). Then to Mewes to get Caboc, only then to the WGH. I see that Anderson’s fishmonger is still open albeit under new ownership. More visits to Stockbridge on the cards. (Hopefully not to the WGH though…)  

The WGH did weight, BP & ECG

BP 117/84, better than expected.

Weight 116.5 kg 👍

Then to await the consultant.  Waiting, I noticed the staff whiteboard.  See the gallery, and what is wrong with it. 

Anyway, the results, including the ECG were fine, all good, goodbye and hopefully not coming back.

Bad news about that air crash in Washington.

Chinese tonight.

Wednesday, 29 January 2025

Happy new year of the Snake. Two funerals and a play for me next week.

No shopping today.

The usual Wednesday was changed to lunch with Linda I-F (at the Shore though).

Danny has recommended “Rules” restaurant in London for my visit.  Looking at it later, I agree.

A lovely lunch with Linda.  We had a good blether and she was in good form. Her new job is involved with armed forces veterans. I told her AJ asking for her. As a favour to her, I promised to read the Handmaid’s tale.

Maybe too much wine!

Tuesday, 28 January 2025

Today, I booked a trip to Athens, before heading up to the Joker and Thief, for a small

CAMRA meeting.

A new term has emerged: Homo Cyberneticus

Monday, 27 January 2025

Up to the Bow Bar to meet Bill and Steve McFarlane. I ducked into the RSA to see what the queue for the Turner exhibition was like. As long as ever. I hope to visit tomorrow evening as it’s open late until the end of the week.

Then, a quick visit to Mellis’s for a wee daunder and purchase before crossing the road to the Bow. I was early and ordered a couple of halves.

Steve then arrived, and next, rantin’ ravin’ Billy, complaining about the transport.  A couple of pints later, he’d calmed down.

My inbox is now getting crowded with CAMRA business, such as has not been seen since my committee days in Aberdeen.

Rain outside, and thepub  became busy, with Germans, Italians, Asians…

It was a good afternoon, the weather dried up, we got a tram home for 17:30.

I got a message from Stephen Lister. I haven’t seen or heard from him for some long time.

Sunday, 26 January 2025

Trains gradually being restored.

Reading the National, I noticed that the Testament of Gideon Mack is on tour. Unfortunately, there were no tickets left for the Traverse on the night I needed. So I booked for Dundee Rep. I’ve never been there, and I booked an overnight at the Queens. (Not one of my hotel groups has a place in Dundee, surprisingly.)

Saturday, 25 January 2025

Farewell Eowyn.

After breakfast, Tom headed off in hope. In the end, he got a bus, as the rail chaos continued. My windows are caked with muck.

To the Malt and Hops: Alan is off to Tenerife tomorrow for a week.  It’s Jacquis birthday.

Dons disaster reprise.

Friday, 24 January 2025

The howl of the wind signifies Eowyn’s arrival as I woke.

All public transport in Edinburgh and Leith became cancelled until further notice. Even Trams off for the rest of the day.

 

I see Ireland’s new government has taken shape. Just in time to cope with the aftermath of the storm.  I mean Trump, of course. Time to make soup.

 

Just Bill at Teuchter’s today, which was not very busy.  Unsurprising really.  The Shore/Fisher’s was closed.  I had 4 pints, home before 4.  I had to bum an onion from John, as Tom was coming to stay overnight, as he was stranded! Fisher’s/Shore closed.

I got a call from Mairi.  Her hip continues to improve, as her knee gets worse!  However, she has a pre-op assessment coming up, so that’s great.

The sun came out!

Tom arrived, we had food, fun and music until midnight.

Thursday, 23 January 2025

I had an early meeting with Sam at Pilot.  I returned home to get a Red warning for tomorrow. Should I go or should I stay (© Clash)?

I went up to Ryrie’s on the tram to decide. Linda Irvine Fitzpatrick joined me! She has a new 3-day week job as an associate professor with Napier (Craiglockart) & is looking forward to it. Just back from Berlin, a mix of business and pleasure.

We fixed lunch for next Wednesday at the Shore. I’ll check with the Redmonds.

At Ryrie’s, a pint of Lomond West Highland Way went down well.

 

Trains from England all cancelled tomorrow, but so far Scotrail have not followed suit. So I’m chancing it.

I got the 13:01 train. As we passed Slateford, the sun peeked through. Temporarily, I’m sure. The MSM are in full orgasm mode over this.

Anyway, I arrived and checked in.  When I got to my room, SM informed me that all Scotrail trains are cancelled tomorrow! I considered staying and chancing that (a) buses would run (b) I’d get a seat, but I decided that discretion was the better part of valour, and returned home, after the shortest stay ever. That was £100 wasted…

 

I got a train from GLQ, which was busy, but not totally full. Approaching Haymarket, everyone’s phone went off with the UKGOV Alert.  It was hilarious (I’d been expecting it).

I stopped off at M&S for a Lasagne, before heading home. I got a seat on the tram at and home 18:30.

The drawbridge up, but the weather was OK on arrival, slight breeze only.

 

Wednesday, 22 January 2025

No shopping today, off up with the Aitkens tonight, and Glasgow tomorrow. Just in time to encounter Eowyn on Friday.

Very pleased to see that the chookiesussex and Tom Watson have shafted “News” Group.

Thinking about Africa rail again.

I went along and did the Harbour Inn survey.  Bitter and Twisted was OK.

Messages from Paula re Dot’s funeral, and Sara McCrories is having a great time in northern South America.  Now looking at rail options there again!

 

I went yp to Deacon Brodie’s to meet the Aitkens. I was early, they late.

Then, over the road to Le Bistrot for the usual excellent meal. At the table in front of me (begond the Aitkens) was a couple of young women,  The one facing me was wearing a sort of crop-top-cum-bra thing, from which her ample breasts frequently threatened to spill.  Hypnotic. Her companinn was wearing a top which covered her fron, but not her back at all.

 

I didn’t manage to finish my main (no, that is not post hoc, propter hoc).

A tram got me home for the back of 10

Tuesday, 21 January 2025

Paula is not coming down tomorrow; flu. Still, did some housework anyway!

I also booked a visit to the Silk Road Oasis exhibition.

Unfortunately the Raphael/Da Vinci/Michaelangelo exhibition is not open on the days I’m down.

Later, a message from Paula: Dot Gregor (nee Robertson) has died.

 

Monday, 20 January 2025

To Kathleen Hyde’s today to assist her with a tax problem.  I was able to resolve it, amazingly, but not to her advantage. It took 3 hours though!

She told me that Lawrence had been in hospital with his chest infection; again lots of antibiotics. It’s the time of the year.

I got home after 6 and did not go to the Harbour Inn for my GBG survey. Also passed the OCP & Starbank!

Bad news from the SRU about injuries.

Sunday, 19 January 2025

Fade to grey.

At the Malt and Hops, Jacqui R had bronchitis but foolishly decided to infect us as well. No Neil, so she was sad and weird with antibiotics (I think). Julian is off to the Basque country.

Finisher, in Shore

Saturday, 18 January 2025

Many tributes to the Lawman. It’s sad for his family, us, and football, but a release for him.

Paula called, coming down to see Dot in St Columba’s.  Such a shame.

 

Finally, a win for the Dons.  For the Lawman!  It might only have been Elgin, but winning is important whatever the opposition.

 

To the Shore to meet with Redmonds en famille. When Bill explained the red we were drinking was what we had on Wednesday, Gareth immediately quipped, that it was great to be drinking Wednesday wine. You had to be there.

After the Redmonds went next door (Fishers) for dinner, I joined Colin for a finisher,  and then ordered a curry.

Warriors lost.

Friday, 17 January 2025

I sorted a Pilot meeting and finished the St Valery book, before going to Teuchter’s.  Just Bruce (who had had a viewing), Bill, whose Gareth and Neil are arriving later. Not too much. I asked John T if he knew where I could get a hole punched in a belt.  He has one, having had the same problem I’m now having!

On the way home, I spotted a group of Mallards.  Probably looking for a Shag…

Fergie messaged me about the death of Denis Law, one of the best players ever to come out of Scotland.

Thursday, 16 January 2025

Nfor the second day running, I left the GCH off.

Another loss for the Dons. Fergie’s pain will be lessened by the fact that their central heating is sorted.

I went for me Shingles vaccine.  I have to get a second one after 8 weeks.  I hadn’t realised that.

Then I went for a coffee at Costa before Nosferatu. An interesting folm, well-made, but not really my cup of tea. I prefer my horror in the written form (with the exception of the excellent old BBC Ghost stories at Christmas, taken from M R James.

 

Wednesday, 15 January 2025

I almost forgot my shopping. A pleasant morning, as I went out later.

I got a message from Anne Chapman to say Kay Lamond had died suddenly. I sent Stevie a message; he called me about it.  They are in the process of becoming grandparents and organising weddings.  I don’t envy them!

 

To the Shore later to meet Bill.  Gareth and Neil are coming up this weekend. He gave me a new factoid; the World series is called after the Boston World, the original sponsoring newspaper. 

Tuesday, 14 January 2025

The Turner queue was worse than last time!  So I postponed again.

I had a pint in Ryrie’s to comfort me before hopping on a train to Leven, on the reopened line. The train was a Class 170, surprisingly. I thought it would be a 156/8. It stopped everywhere. A pleasant journey, not many passengers. And not many cars in the Cameron Bridge P&R. No real ale in Leven, although it’s a pretty little place, especially the promenades. So after a promenade and some pictures, I took the next train back. This time it was a 158. Beside the track at Leven, although not attached to it, is Fife Heritage Railway.

Given the rush hour, I decided to get off at Edinburgh Gateway, and take a tram from there, rather than Haymarket. The one I got on was not busy, but by the time we got to Haymarket, and until the Shore, standing room only.  So for once my forethought paid off. Home back of 6, tired and a bit peckish.

I see Tony Slattery is the latest celeb to die.

Monday, 13 January 2025

Grey and mild, as per forecast.  Anyway, Annie is off to the Antipodes today.  She’ll arrive on Wednesday! (She got off OK.)  

From a list of things I had to do today, I selected the “none” option. Apart from booking a ticket to see Nosferatu, after my shingles vaccination on Thursday. 

Peter Brown has died. Another rugby great gone.  

Sunday, 12 January 2025

With the rise in temperatures, the ice on the WoL is fast disappearing.  The downside is the greyness of the day, as I went to Sainsbury. I read an interesting article in the Economist about Paul Salopek’s walk

I called Annie to wish her Bon Voyage.  Paula is in Tenerife.

 

I went over to Boots  to pick up a prescription. Getting a bus back (to the Malt, I was chatting to the driver who is leaving to rejoin the army.

In the Malt, AJ was happier as Neil, Jacqui R and Ali were in, so he knew some people!  I only had 2 and home.

A lucky point for the Dons.

Saturday, 11 January 2025

A bit more ice on the WoL, it will be gone tomorrow I suppose. It’s been a great few days to be on the hill, whether walking, climbing or skiing.

 

A call from Fergie; their boiler starts getting fitted Monday.  I told him of Jim and Rachel’s experiences, to cheer him up!  Quite a bit of snow outside their house. He’s not looking forward to the game tomorrow.  

Good result for the Gunners. COYR tomorrow!

Friday, 10 January 2025

More ice on the WoL; the coldest night of the winter so far.  Milder next week.

Teuchter’s had a good attendance, with George, Lawrance Bruce and Bill.  I also did my GBG survey.

On the way over, I noted the Daffs growing.

George was in good form, but Lawrance wound him up about Ian Cameron again. He falls for it every time. Lawrance is heading to Tobago next week.  He’s has a pal there he plays golf with.  Nice.

Bruce took a bit of ribbing over his first names, one of which u=is Charles.  This is used by various family members etc, so we started claiing him Charlie/Chuck etc. He and George were talking about the various Wembley busses.  Fergie could contribute to this I’m sure.

A great afternoon; little soccer talk…we agreed Hogg was very lucky.

 

World temperatures exceeded pre-industrial averages by 1.5° this year. The target at various recent COPs was to prevent this happening by 2030. Humanity’s fucked. No more than we deserve.

Great result for the Warriors.

Here’s the latest nonsense from across the pond.

 

Thursday, 09 January 2025

A little ice on the WoL, so it must have been cold last night.

I am suffering a little from razor bumps on my neck.  Not a problem I’ve had before, so I wonder if it’s connected to meds? More likely age!

Also, no cooked breakfast, so bread and banana.

I did GBG surveys on Malt and Hops and Carriers Quarters. Even with the fire on the Malt felt cold.

 

Wednesday, 08 January 2025

Colder, but still no ice on the WoL as I headed out to the shops. No fish pie in Welch’s 😢I did not go up to the butcher as Henderson Street is closed.

Another OSV apparently arriving to add to the numbers in port. There seem to be more laid-up vessels than I can ever recall.

 

I’ve downloaded BlueSky as the Nazis Zuckermusk are increasingly using their SM platforms for their agenda. We’ll see how it goes, but leaving both these platforms wouldn’t be the worst.

Later, to the Shore to meet Bill. The usual nonsense talked, but I’m concerned we are spending too much time on soccer. Two bottles as well!

We both agreed that post Macron, Tusk was the best hope for a decent European leader. Agreed on detestation of Zuckermusk too. But he is more optimistic than me.

Homeward, again Venus was very bright in the sky, closely followed by Saturn.

 

Tuesday, 07 January 2025

On a cold, but frost-free sunny morning, I headed off to the Turner watercolour exhibition. Three layers and thick socks on, nevertheless.

As Henderson St is closed for around 10 weeks, there are no buses at Sandport St apart from the 34. So trams trams trams. The city centre was busy with contractors taking down the various remnants of the Saturnalia. The Mount Royal Hotel has reverted to its former name again, after many incarnations.  They’ve replaced the missing letter too!

 

On arrival at the Playfair building, there was a big queue, so I decided to leave it until later in the month and went for my haircut.

After the haircut, down to John Lewis.My visit to JL did not result in any purchases, and I got a tram home for lunch.

 

A call from Dr Davidson (GP bone man) to follow up on the steroid jag.  I said I was very happy how it went and the consensus is no further referral to Orthopaedics at present and I can have more jags as and when (but not within short periods of succession).

I am almost back to normal, having tidied, got rid of rubbish, cleared all my IT issues. The only outstanding thing is CAMRA work.

 

An interesting but unsurprising article about Facebook.

Monday, 06 January 2025

Well, the first proper week of 2025 has started.

I’ve put a wee wager on Scotland to win the 6 nations, and no overall Grand Slam winner.

 

A call from Calum Cumming to wish me a HNY. He seems to be fine and had a good festive season. Apart from falling and bruising his ribs.

Sunday, 05 January 2025

As I headed to Sainsbury, the light rain turned to sleet and snow, which was lying.  On the return, the reverse.

Justice and Julian at Easter Road. Not the weather for it but an exciting game, 6 goals! So no Malt and Hops today. And another dismal day for the Dons.

Saturday, 04 January 2025

To the market for the Pie Dolly, and after to the Malt.  Frankie wasn’t having much success in getting the fire to draw, so she went down to the cellar and broke up an old chair for kindling!  Much better.

We were joined by Jacqui and Neil C-M.

Friday, 03 January 2025

Teuchter’s today, with Bill and Bruce.  Bruce has 3 viewings scheduled, so fingers crossed.

5 pints today, unusual for me.  Late light, a lovely afternoon, light on bridge.

I watched Runrig’s The Last Dance after dinner.

 

Thursday, 02 January 2025

At last, a nice crisp sunny winter’s day.  A little frost only.

I am now getting a lot of spam in my Yahoo account.  Much of it from Spain!  No idea why this is happening all of a sudden.

A must-win game for the Dons today, but alas…

I decided to do a clean reinstall of my PC to see if that was the reason 24H2 wasn’t downloading. It was, but it took a while!

Wednesday, 01 January 2025

And 2025 dawns on an even more unpleasant morning than yesterday ran blattering on the windows, as the temperature plummets.

I had a late emergence after the excesses of a few hours ago.

After breakfast, I watched “Selling Scotland”, a program about ads on STV.  Great fun.

 

I got an email from the National Gallery about the January Turner exhibition.  It’s different this year: they’ve swapped with the Irish National Gallery, which also has a collection.  So I’ll be going to see that next week. And get a haircut.

 

There’s snow on the Pentlands, but not in Leith, as I went over to the Shore to meet Bill.  Angus and John were on bar duty. Stevie Moan came in and loined us.  I had more to drink than I intended, but was back for 6.

Tuesday, 31 December 2024

An unpleasant morning.

A call from Pamela S.  Their boiler replacement (which is costing a small fortune) is scheduled for the 13^th (when Annie leaves for NZ).  They are going to stay in a hotel for the works. Their xmas lunch at the Royal Thai was great, but the public transport in the city is dire.

 

After a certain amount of vacillation, after watching that great film, Hidden Figures, I went out for drinkies at 21:30.

First, to the Shore, where Xmas ganzies were still on display. I had a couple of whites.  Stevie Moan at Colin were in, and went for dinner. It was very busy.

As was the Malt and Hops when I went over there and the Jarl had been reduced to £5.20.

 

Then to Teuchter’s. Lots of chums there. The women all deliciously dressed, the men… Big Chìs had braces and a shirt though;  he’d made an effort. I returned to the Malt for the fireworks, and scored a glass of fizz from Frankie (alliteration unintentional). An excellent display by Calum. I’ve never seen so many people there, and the bridges were crowded with spectators. Walking back to Teuchter’s, people were dancing in Commercial St, blocking the traffic. I was reminded of Norrie Tago’s song (in Gaelic). Getting into the pub, there was the boy on the telly! I didn’t stay long: basically, a wee swally, said hello and wished all, the Bliadhna mhath ùr, and was home before 1:30am. An enjoyable night, hugs and kisses from young women, what more can you ask for?

Sunday, 29 December 2024

It was a dark and early shop…

I got a message from Tom to suggest a drink.  He suggested the Port, which surprised me. I walked to the Malt in a gale, then and got another message from Tom to say he meant the distillery! I got the tram across, for my first visit there.  Most enjoyable.  A great place with enviable views.  I stuck to wine. They’d had a good xmas, Paula down, over at Ali’s parents, etc etc, and lots of cooking.  As the light went, we walked back over and had a finisher ate the Shore, before Tom got a tram up town.  He was staying in the RM apartment; an early meeting.

Saturday, 28 December 2024

I started reading the St Valery book. The history I knew, but much of this book is personal testimony.

I went over to Teuchter’s for 2. There was a Swiss gent at our table, and we were joied by John and big Chris.

During the game, Jim Darroch and Caroline, followed by Colin V, then Jon, Bob and others arrived from an abortive CAMRA trip; the Kings Wark refusing then entry!

Edinburgh took a narrow but deserved victory, in a hard, defensive game with few exciting moves. Duhan’s best move was a tackle!

I left after, being a good boy and went straight home.

Friday, 27 December 2024

Of to the butcher this morning for weekend supplies, the weather ok.

Later, on the way to Teuchter’s at the ATM yet again there is no Scottish money. Also, increasing use of “New year’s eve” instead of Hogmanay. The thin end of the wedge, take away their culture and you control them.

Bruce had brought along his copy of the book about St Valery to lend me. 

Danny H was in the bar and planning on coming tomorrow for the rugby.

So many children, it felt like a creche.  Anne R arrived and we had a convivial couple of hours.

Heading home, I diverted for a quickie to the Shore. Hardly had I ordered the single glass of wine I intended, but I was followed in my the Redmonds!  Great fun, and Anne pissed. Home for 19:30!

I ordered a Chinese in the end as cooking was well beyond me.

An invite from Murdo John and putative wife Karen arrived, for an August wedding in Lewis. Surely my last wedding this cycle of existence?

Thursday, 26 December 2024

Boxing Day, or as Bill the birthday boy would say, St Stephen’s Day. I was late out of bed. A lazy day, reading.

A good result for Hibs, another disaster for the Dons.

Wednesday, 25 December 2024

Breakfast, and I noted some blue sky.

Much festive chatter on Social Media, including a couple on Facebook about Kenny, with a photo I’d taken of him at Teuchter’s. Wonder how they got that? Then, I gave myself the pleasure of opening my gifts. The thoughtfulness of my friends always touches me. And the envy I have of the female ability to wrap them so neatly, knows no bounds.

 

Idling before going out, I took a look at train timetables from Ottawa to Halifax in May (I’ll probably travel in the autumn),  Sleeper is sold out already!  Then I looked at September.  Also almost all sold out!  Surely not??

 

For a pre-dinner drink to the Malt and Hops, where Geoff and his family were ensconced with the Fortunae.  I joined them, after paying my tab. Geoff and family left for dinner (the Fortunae had theirs last night) and were replaced by Nigel and Tash.  Julian came over for a chat, and was joined by his attractive girlfriend with an unpronounceable name beginning with S. 

Calum at the end of the bar, watching like a spider about to pounce.  Archie and pals at the bar, whilct Colin and Frankie presided over the bar.

I only had 2 pints and left for the Redmonds. To my embarrassment, gifts were produced (I actually had one for Bill and Anne but had left it behind).  Mark had bought me a xmas hat, which I couldn’t open.  H asked me to toss it over but when I did, it knocked his wine glass and sent red wine everywhere. Oh dear.

I had an Anne dry martini, but was otherwise continent. Dinner served, Anne and I had turkey.  Sumptuous, and I even had space for a little xmas pudding.

A great afternoon.  I left after 7, a bit pissed, bed eventually!

That’s Xmas over.

Tuesday, 24 December 2024

The world seems to be closing down for the Saturnalia.  And why not; let licence abound!

Apart from putting on some Icelandic soup. I opened my xmas cards.  A very amusing one from Pamela and Fergie, one from Elaine Stalker saying she’d become a grandmother – Ian would be happy, and a newsy one from Andy Goodbrand, whose life seems to have changed little apart from he doesn’t mention fishing.

Mild, as I stepped over to Aldi.

I’d got a message from Julie asking if Alan and I were going to the Malt.  I reminded her it was Tuesday, not an Alan day, but she demurred, saying that I was Xmas eve and all bets were off.  I messaged him to confirm his absence and he replied fairly quickly to say he was already in the pub.  Cue some humble pie from Mackenzie.

Anyway, I went over there after Aldi, and we were soon joined by Julie, then Lawrence (who’d met George in Teuchter’s on Sunday) who was in to meet his brothers.  Julian was working the bar, and I hadn’t seen him for a while.  I’d always intended that Kenny and he should meet, and now they shan’t.

Julie was only in for a couple as she was going to Elaine’s for xmas dinner (she is working tomorrow).  And I only had a couple too.

Home for 3, with the usual festive courtesies exchanged.  And I forgot to pay my tab!

 

Annie called, she has Catriona up and dinner mostly prepped.  Paula is of course down at Cumbernauld. Annie departs for NZ in a less than 3 weeks, for a month.

Sunday, 22 December 2024

A crisp winter’s day and dawn had not yet arrived when I went to Sainsbury. Little or no wind.  From now on, the days lengthen.

A small shop, followed by a short visit to the Malt and Hops, where I met the Fortunae, Justice still canoodling in Clydebank.

After that, pver to Teuchter’s to watch the game. Michael Lakomy and Wee Chris joined me, and then  Liz and John arrived to drop off a gift.  John was unimpressed with the Guinness 0%.  I discovered that Lee has left; his place being taken by Leon.  It was an ongoing falling out by the looks of it. Cf my entry 13^th.

 

Anyway, Edinburgh were poor, wholly outplayed and the two tries at the end were not a reflection of the game.  I got  message from Bill, so yes, I will meet you at the Shore.  Fewer drinks than usual. I’m glad to say, and home for 19:30!!

Saturday, 21 December 2024

Woke up at 9, on the winter solstice, smug that I dodged the storm bullet. And pleased that I managed the journey much better than I feared.  It wasn’t something I wanted to do, for sure.

Road lighting is much improved, and with so little traffic on the roads, I was able to drive with full beam nearly all the way, until near the Queensferry Crossing.  I was able to drive much faster than I anticipated also.

Anyway, I breakfasted, having some to the Macleod and Macleod Black Pudding, before unpacking and catching up.

I went over to the Malt. Leaving my building, I was nearly blown flat.  I can’t remember such a strong wind down here.

In the Malt, no Justice who it transpired was in Clydebank, but I was joined by the other Jacqui, then Neil C-M.  I only had 2 1/2 pints though. Frankie regaled us with the story of her ageing stalker (uncomfortable resonances there!) and home I went.

Another jury citation awaited me. And disaster for the Dons.

And an early night.

Friday, 20 December 2024

A lovely message from Angie Chico to commiserate re Tech, he’s heard in New Zealand! I mentioned it in the remarks at the funeral.

As I was breakfasting, I received a text from CalMac, my Sunday sailing’s been cancelled.

No sailings tomorrow either. They said they’d text me with alternatives.

On the way to the funeral, I popped over to the CalMac office. Seems my only alternative before Monday earliest, is standby on the freight ferry tonight getting in after midnight. Not a pleasant alternative.

 

So to the service, my first Mormon one. It was crowded, with Zoom provided for those who couldn’t attend. It was not a traditional one-room congregation, but a series of rooms; almost offices.

The funeral itself went well, with many old faces: Nisan, Nero, Crab to mention just the guys. My words seemed to go down well. The family liked them which was the important thing. Emerging afterwards, a bright rainbow was in the sky for the traditional walk (men only) and burial. Again, I was honoured to be given a cord.

 

A lot of names from the distant past came up to reintroduce themselves: Squiggle, Kenny Campbell (Kathleen’s brother) Solo, Iain Mhurchaidh, Donalda, Maria, Donna Mary and many others.

No Ian Don or DN though (Monty told me later that DN was in Inverness).

The wake was at Ionad Stoodie, and I don’t think I’ve been there before. I talked with Martin Carrington, Tina’s husband whom I’ve never met before. He’s a nice chap. I’d wanted to chat to the Cushans, but they didn’t come down. 

Tina and Jo were talking about visiting Leith.  I could introduce them to Julian!

I didn’t eat, nor stay long, as I had to go to Burncrook to drop off Grandpa’s chair, clock and family bible. Carol was awfully pleased, but again I didn’t linger, due to my ferry concerns. She gave me a lovely mug with the house on it.

I drove down to the quay, and drove up to Kenny’s house one last time, before turning townwards.

Bittersweet.

 

Squalls blew in, presaging what was to come. I changed at the hotel and spoke to the receptionist to inform her of my intentions.

I found out some more about the freight ferry. Unlike the old one heading from King Edward pier, this is the Loch Seaforth departing as a freight, from its usual position. I was advised to be there before 9pm, so I shall. Either I get on or I don’t. I got another text from CalMac to say I’m booked on for xmas eve!

Then, I bought a couple of black puddings, and back to the hotel to pack. I needed a pint, so headed to the Neptune, and messaged Monty, who turned up a while later. There as a bunch of very attractive office xmassers beside us. They were discussing this cute thing. Unfortunately, it was a small dog near me.

After a couple, we went to 11 for a light dinner and chat over old times. Calum went home, and I went to my room until it was time to venture to the standby queue.

I still don’t know what to do if I get on. Try for a late booking in Ullapool, or drive? The latter doesn’t appeal; frankly I’m not up to it. However…

 

Arriving, I was the first in the queue and the chap said I’d be OK to get on. No rooms available in Ullapool though. So driving overnight it is.

The inbound arrived and decanted on time. I finally got on just before 10pm. So far so good. 🙏 We left at 22:20

Shortly after sailing, a chap opened the coffee bar, so I grabbed a coffee and baguette. The boat was spookily quiet and empty. And so we go, the forecast for increasing winds as we went, until Monday. In fact the forecast for the A9 wasn’t good either.

The boat was doing about 20 kts, faster than usual I think.

It was a fast crossing, faster than usual, helped doubtless by the Westerly and quite comfortable, despite the winds.

 

My usual petrol stop in Inverness is not 24 hours, so I decided to go to BP on Longman Rd. I managed the drive better than I expected. There was good road lighting most of the way, and little traffic (!) so I was able to use main beam. And I wasn’t tired, having slept a bit on the crossing.

The next bit however…

After reaching Dalwhinnie about 3, I took a wee break from the hypnotic effect of the roads and lights at night.

I made it home for 5, having ridden on the wings of the storm. Bed.

Thursday, 19 December 2024

Up and doing. I managed to reschedule my cardiology appointment for today, to the 30^th January.

I left the house around 10:15, fuelled and got a call from Tina asking to speak at the funeral. Privileged.

The weather was fine until near Dalwhinnie when the temperature dropped and a snow shower added to the already-existing lying snow. Bonnie.

The pitstop was Aviemore, where the Old Bridge was shut! So I went to the Cairngorm Hotel for soup and a sandwich – nae beer. On planned schedule.

 

Returning to the A9, I continued north, and then west on the A835, where I wondered what the rattling was until I realised it was a hail storm. Apart from that, it was not too bad and I arrived at the ferry terminal for 15:30, still daylight: so pleased.

 

I checked in and went hunting a beer. The Seaforth is closed until spring, fizzy pop in the Caley, so over to old faithful, the Ceilidh Place. Two Orkney beers on, the new Chance Your Arm was very nice, as the gloaming arrived.

Then to the ferry. As usual with early arrivals, first on up to the mezzanine, which means last off. But ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Unusually, I didn’t eat on the boat but left it until I arrived at the hotel. A good room, and I headed down to the restaurant for a light meal of scallops and a glass of Sauv Blanc (2 actually).

The restaurant was quite busy with xmassers, and far too much Xmas music!

And so to bed, with a call to Tina to clarify things for tomorrow.

Wednesday, 18 December 2024

I woke to a piece of shocking news this morning, Monty had tried to call me to tell me that Kenny died last night of a massive stroke, at 9pm.

Dick and Clare last year, Sharon the preceding year, all at the same time.  Bloody awful.

I sent messages to the Coven and other chums and relations.

Ian Barclay got on the bus with me and offered condolences re Kenny. He was going to Fox’s for a Guinness at £4.80. I was off to the Tap to meet the Aitkens.

On the way Iain Macleod video’d me to remind me he’d met Kenny at Mur

do Dan’s a few years ago. He was at YVR, heading to YYC, spending Xmas there.

Getting off, I noticed that Lancer’s was now a Korean restaurant

 

I told Jim and Frances about Kenny, bringing back the recollection of last year in the Shore when I’d forgotten I was meeting them, given the Dick and Clare situation.

Rob from the Abbotsford was the barman today.  He started in July and has put on a fair bit of weight.

The Aitkens were talking about a pkace in Kinross that’s great for live bands.  Must take a look. I got a call from Tina in the pub. Funeral is on Friday 11. I left to see if I could make it.

1. Ferry booked by phone after IT problems. Return on Sunday, although warned that forecast was bad.  Important thing is to get there.
2. Cardio closed will have to cancel tomorrow
3. Caladh Hotel booked after IT problems!
4. Tina and Monty informed
5. Bill told
6. Carol Knott emailed

All done.

Tuesday, 17 December 2024

Dr called, an appointment for jag later today.  A busy day.

First, to Armadale for Heather.  I told her I’d met Kelly at Tom’s funeral.  You can imaging her response.

Then to Motherwell to drop off presents to the Hintons.  House a mess, they are having carpets laid.

Katie, her partner(?) and Ella came over (not to see me).  Then off home to burnt potatoes which I’d left on the stove! Lucky the house wasn’t in flames.

Off to GP and got my jag, along with a useful discussion about the future.  He’s off home to Northern Iron for the hols.

On the way home, to the Shore to meet Bill.  I continued my inability to drink much; he had most of the second bottle. We were joined by Stevie Moan.

I see WASPI women have been shafted by the Red Tories.

 

Monday, 16 December 2024

I have a bit of an URTI.

An excellent article in the Sunday National on monarchy, by Ascherson.

Then, my booked call from GP, she’s pleased with me!  I told her about the knee and my intention to seek a steroid jag.  She will get Jamie Davidson to call me tomorrow.

Sunday, 15 December 2024

I’ve booked the “Merchant of Venice” at the Lyceum for February. It’s a co-production with an American company. 

Levi  went missing, per news sites, but Julie told me he’d been found. A story, I’m sure.

There‘s a major IT problem at EDI.  It’s prevented Steve MacFarlane’s return from Koln

Glasgow had a narrow loss.

Windy outside. 

Saturday, 14 December 2024

I dropped off DF for Justice in the Malt, having a swiftie, was early up town and popped into the Blazer. Jarl £4.80 and the barmaid was wearing what appeared to be a pink dog collar (the canine variety, not the religious one). Hmm.  Maybe Julie can advise!

 

I was meeting Paula and Isla at the Lyceum for 4.  I was lightly early, they slightly late, so I’d finished a glass of white before we went off to Lady Libertine where Tom had booked us a table before joining us. It was a revelation: heaving, full of trendies and xmassers, mostly females out on the piss.  Highly amusing. One of the waitresses had a very colourful shirt, snugly fitting. Me deffo out of place! And overdressed.

 

Tom joined us, and we had a good confab before the Gibsons went away for their train and I trammed. Isla entrancing as always

Home for 7.

Friday, 13 December 2024

Black Friday…

Off to the shops.  I met Tindal in Aldi.  He was shifty.

Later, Teuchter’s, where apparently Lee and Christie had had a dust-up. I wonder of that what JT was thinking about.

I managed 4 pints with Bruce and Bill.  A good session. Nigel and Danny arrive also.

Home, I watched some TV, which is now full of “cute” xmas ads 🤮

Great result for Gunners.

A message from Paula, can we meet tomorrow?  Yes!

Thursday, 12 December 2024

Homeward Bound, a flight delay of 5′ and fog forecast. No connection, I hope. The aeroplane arrived last night so no inbound problems.

Up, abluted, packed, breakfast, and away.

After checking in, I went off to a huge queue at security, where I discovered I did not have my pole.  I thought I’d left it on the train. 

A memory  of Dick leaving his landside two years ago and me being allowed back to retrieve it.

 

Through eventually, then  DFs for Justice. Plenty time I thought. Until I got to passport control, with families including Arabs ahead, and only 2 booths. A BA woman came up to ask if any BA customers were waiting. I made myself known, and about the same time I got through. She had my pole! So full marks to BA/Hamburg staff.

I was last to board, but there was still a queue!!

 

On boarding, the pilot told us we were stuck for an hour due to ATC restriction for the aforementioned fog. So as to my flight to EDI, we’ll have to see. My case is checked through.

Rollback 75 minutes late. I was in seat A, and in seat C was an interesting passenger to Philadelphia. Ahe was Ango German, married to a Leither!  We Had a good chat.  She was very worried about making her connection, with only one flight a day.

 

We made up a little time allowing enough time to make the second flight. But I forgot about the matrix that is T5. Bloody ages through security, mostly the fault of stupid people. Still, made it in time for boarding. Boarded 13:00, rollback 13:20.

My pal will have made her A350 OK, it’s delayed 20 at present.

I had one BrewDog Speedbird on each flight; it was tasty enough.

 

The tram was heaving, luggage everywhere and staff not giving a hoot, too busy on their mobiles, so I got off at Gogarburn and hopped on the next which was nearly empty, and got home just after 4.

I have started getting  spam in Spanish, for perfume, in my Yahoo email. Makes a change from sex and scamming, I suppose.

A decent result for the Huns, bad for the Jambos.  

Wednesday, 11 December 2024

A lazy day.  Eventually I got going and went to the Art Gallery, a few minutes’ walk from the hotel.

Lovely outside and in. 

Of note, Max Beckmann’s Odysseus and Calypso. The Hall murals, Charles V entry to Antwerp, Jacob Jordaens “Study of Two Heads”, which although 17^th century, looks remarkably modern.

Very enjoyable.  More coffee and return to the hotel.

 

Later, an early dinner at the Schifferbörse.  Lovely place with lots of ship models and related bric-a-brac. I decided on Labskaus which was great.

Tuesday, 10 December 2024

I had an earlier start/breakfast due to my Minatur Wonderland booking. The weather was the same grey, but drier.

The Hvv daily card was employed again to get me down to the venue. Checking in, the chap saw an OAP and assumed ignorance about VR (I had booked this experience). I didn’t tell him I had a VR set.

Anyway, he was pleasant enough, and the experience amazing. It’s not a big room, but you are wholly fooled. It runs for about 10 minutes, great fun.  Afterwards, the main exhibitions were full of kindergarten people, with their keepers. The new exhibition on South America is bloody good, and revived my enthusiasm for this planned trip.

A coffee in the cafe outside gave me a chance to recover.

 

Then on to finally experience some new bars.

First, Oorlam. I was the only customer at the time.  Three women, one a (new, I think) barmaid, another was the boss of the business I think, and the third, an associate. They were doing Women talk, about men, boys etc.  Most amusing, and the boss asked me if I was offended.  I reassured her.

 

Then to Baby Goat Barn which was in the Reeperbahn (I hadn’t appreciated this at the time).  It was booked out for a xmas pub quiz, but the barman allowed me in as a Scot though. He turned others away!

 

Both bars most enjoyable and I was surprised I hadn’t visited them before.

Then back for a pizza (Asian style) and there were quite a few drunks on the bus.  After, the  hotel, fairly exhausted, and stuffed.

I’m still undecided on what to do tomorrow. The knees are suffering.

 

Monday, 09 December 2024

Many attractions (and bars) are closed on Mondays, so it’s not that easy to come up with a plan. Breakfast first though.

 

I left for Nagel’s, as is now a tradition. It was raining, very Scottish. I toasted Dick with a Nagel Brau, before a rather aimless wander around the city with which I have become reasonably familiar (the centre anyway), using an “After 9” Hvv ticket.

 

Later, I walked along the Kennedybrucke for dinner at the Hofbrauhaus. The weather was drier. Schweinsaxe is well beyond my abilities now, so I settled for a smaller portion of pork and kartoffelen, and a small lager. I should add that small in this regard means 0.5L.

 

The place was pretty busy even early on. After almost finishing, I headed back to the hotel. Minatur Wunderland tomorrow.

Sunday, 08 December 2024

Up early-ish, still dark. After a light breakfast, I finished packing, and was on a tram before 9. A good day for it.

 

Arriving I went to the Brussels Airlines checkin; the right decision. In front of me a Chinese lassie who was checking in 2 huge cases through to Shanghai, plus 3 items of carryon. My case was checked through to HAM, and through security very easily. Up to the Plaza Lounge for 2nd breakfast, and an excellent start, as if to make up for yesterday’s worries.

We are flying an A319 today, to BRU anyway (a new airport for me).

 

On top of the BA cancellations, there were knockon delays too (the 07:25 to LHR left after 11). A lot of slots missed. I’m lucky I think.

The airport was choked even on Sunday. Boarding was slow, and the flight full. Still…

Rollback 12 mins late. The ‘plane has decent seat room. No difference between cattle class and Business though.

 

Good to be on the road again.

 

BRU is a big airport, only two terminals but easy to get lost I’d think. I discovered a place to have a small Stella whilst I got my bearings. Flightradar informed me that the inbound flight (from Vilnius) had arrived, and it wasn’t far from where I was sipping thankfully. Also, BRU will update you on WhatsApp on your flight if you set up an alert. Very useful, and should be copied by others. Announcements seem to be exclusively in English. Ditto signage and adverts. Strange.

 

Two attractive women either side of me were drinking large Stellas ☹️

 

The boarding was better than EDI, and roll-back on time.

A stewardess took a large carry-on from under a passenger’s seat: it was the same size as my checked case. What are these people like?

A quick flight, under an hour, and quite quick to the S-bahn (I’d bought a ticket in Brussels on the app) & soon I was at the hotel. I did not stop off at Nagel’s. Early night.

Saturday, 07 December 2024

The wind strengthening and shifting increased the noise this morning in bed…

I decided to deliver the copies of PoV to the remaining local pubs, my intake was a total of 2 pints. The Carriers Quarters had Radical Road on in keg, at  6.4%.  It was one of Dicks favourites when the Dockside Tap was open.  I messaged Justice, and he went over for a couple.  Hmm

Then, time to cook a curry.

 

Home. And I got a message from TripCase to say my flight tomorrow had been cancelled.  Nothing from BA, but logging on it was clear it had been. I got a suggestion on the site to fly on Monday, which wasn’t too good.  I tried  get a hold af a human, and by the time I got to the front of the queue, nothing happened.  Then I got an email rebooking me tomorrow via Brussels!  After some efforts to get the sites to do what I wanted, I accepted, so fingers crossed. The revised flights get me in 25 minutes later, and starts from EDI an hour later, so more time before I have to leave the house.

Messy, and wearing.  Early night methinks

Friday, 06 December 2024

Before delivered POV to Teuchter’s, I dropped off at the Shore, then started with a Louise coffee. Bruce, Bill, Lawrance.  Just the 2 pints!

Storm Darragh had not made any presence felt by the time I got home about 15 hrs.

Thursday, 05 December 2024

A quiet day until I departed for my curry at Durbar.  A big crescent moon was just on the skyline on Princes St. To my shock, Teuchter’s was heaving.  Struggling to the bar, I ordered a red. The others arrived and we secured a seat as some people left.  

My only other alcohol for the night was another red, before we went to Durbar.

 

Stuart told us a very interesting story about a pal of his, Boris, who introduced cricket to the Czechia. Noted to tell Lawrance tomorrow.

The food was fine, but I needed a doggy-bag

Left to get the tram after 9. How are the mighty fallen…

Wednesday, 04 December 2024

Shopping done (not much given I’m in Hamburg next week), all chores caught up with, all I have to do now is enjoy the rest of the month.

This big new ferry is now at my road end! And I discovered Rosemary Sinclair retired 1 December.

I’ve been given an appointment for a Shingles vaccine next month. and I did a bike session. Emma will be pleased!

Later, I met Bill at the Shore as usual.  We are now firmly on red wine for the rest of the season.

Bad result for the Dons.

Tuesday, 03 December 2024

A good breakfast and night. Thank you Hina.

I decided to return from GLC, across the road. There is quite a difference in journey times, from 1:28, to the one I selected, 55 minutes, not much more than from GLQ, and nearer of course.

 

A decent journey: at Livingston South lots got on. My plan worked, on time and tram home 👍  GCH on!

Plan worked, on time and tram home 👍

So, maybe Ireland in spring, Greenland in autumn.

I called Fergie to bring hi up to date. Their gas boiler has gone; a bad time to happen.

Annie was at the Marcliffe for lunch. I spoke to her later.

I watched the final episode of Ludwig. Very satisfying.

Monday, 02 December 2024

Ready in plenty of time, I found the Bus app had no times for the 16.  Not wanting to chanbe it I took a tram, and got an earlier train so got bus to the GJH.

I’m getting worried: people are smiling at me. Is there something wrong?

A lot of roadworks on Argyle St, I think they are learning bad habits from Embra. Still, No mean city.

I arrived early, and I got taken early for height, weight and x-rays, before seeing the consultant, Mr Khan.  Very efficient.

Both knees are bone-on-bone, per Xrays. We had a chat about options, and I decided that the pain was still not disabling enough to justify a TKR, which is what we were talking about. So the way forward is to try another steroid jag (left knee this time) and see how we get on. The delay if I finally decide to go ahead at some time will not be too bad. Also, continuing weight loss will help. It’s a gamble, but what is not.

So after a wee session of advice from physiotherapist Emma, I left about 12:15, cancelling my pre-op assessment.

I got the bus along to the Rad, to be greeted by a horrific din that was caused by who-knows-what. It subsided and I checked in, before walking past the fire brigade units, a few metres to a pub new to me, the Duke’s Umbrella, which is a gastropub with a couple of hand pumps.

Back to the hotel for a snack.

A call from Kenny : he was OK. Cold up there today, but he was still weaving.

 

Anyway, I can now review my trip plans for 2025.

 

Sunday, 01 December 2024

And so we start the 3rd worst month of the year (January and February owning the first two positions).

It was grey and damp as I went to Sainsbury, brighter and warmer as I got home.

Later, I got the tram up to Teuchter’s WE to meet Ron Buchan. It was very busy, even at my stop, which is unusual. Xmas markets, maybe? Princes Street was certainly busy.

Hibbies will be Dons for the day. (A draw, in the end.)

As we sat and chatted, the pub turned into a crèche!!!

 

Later, a great programme by Michael Scott on Istanbul. VR was used to great effect.   

 

Saturday, 30 November 2024

St Andrew’s Day, and the memorial service for Alex Salmond. Remarkably poor camera work. Seeing the the lame and the halt emerge from what appeared to be the rear of Le Bistrot was sad. The service was very moving; led to tears. However, the High Kirk of St Giles had a whiff of the old religion with the robes and choristers. First Conclave, then Jenny Geddes…

A fiery speech from Kenny Macaskill.

At such a time, Alex the conciliator would want those in favour of independence to come together.

I haven’t felt like this since John Smith died. Solemnity. Apart from the episcopal feel… Another hope-death. We’ve had so many in my short life. Gaitskell, Cooke,…

Warm outside for it.

 

Later, to the Malt and Hops where Kevin was talking to Alan.  The first time I’ve seen him for some time. He has had a TKR; 2 years ago!

After, to Teuchter’s to watch the rugby.  I had 1 bottle of white, Alverino, very nice. A scrappy game, An exciting game, error-strewn, neither team too happy.

Home for 17:30.  First xmas card surprisingly from Murdo and Pam, not Tom Ferguson.  They fly off to Portugal shortly.  Really must take advantage of them sometime…

 

Friday, 29 November 2024

I got tickets for the Mary Chapin Carpenter, Karine Polwart and Julie Fowlis gig at the Festival Theatre. Giants.

Teuchter’s first with Bill, Lawrance and Bruce before heading uptown to meet the Fortunae at Mathers BS.

Julie was on the same tram so we went down to the pub to find the door only semi-open.  We entered and saw a chap our side of the bar, who stared at us, and said nothing.  I asken him if they were open and he said “No” in a very stand-offish way. Dickhead.

So we went to Playfair before Conclave, and Elaine’s arrival.

A great film, Fiennes fantastic, score great, cinematography excellent. A morality play on power. Highly recommended.

After, to the Malt and Hops for a quickie (Me; the girls stayed!). We were joined by Jacqui R, who told us about  Bryan’s ultimatum from his new woman. I was home for 18:30, passing the Shore which has reopened.

I watched the second-half of Scarlets v Glasgow. So close!

A busy and rewarding day.

Thursday, 28 November 2024

I finally got some humorous festive cards, then to Patisserie Valerie for coffee and walked along Rose Street. A few changes! 3 or 4 hotels, some new crap food outlets (Manahatta for one), are the main ones.

I  eventually met Tom at the Abbottsford.  He’d been delayed at work. Murray, the Irish barman who’s been there for years, was very pleasant. It was busy! With Tom late, my limit soon reached.

Paula’s  coming down for Xmas, and going to Tenerife NY. That’s good.

I got a tram home. The Jambos gubbed, Huns won. So OK.

Nuuk has opened its extended runway, making larger aeroplanes able to use it. So my Greenland journey next year becomes more feasible.

Wednesday, 27 November 2024

I’ve lost another couple of kgs; down to 117.5.  Definite progress, and the lightest (?) I’ve been since post-balloon.  The dosage increase seems to be having an effect (it goes up every lunar month until the maximum is reached).

I called Kenny; he made it home OK. And then had an exchange with Alisdair Curtis, who is moving into new sheltered accommodation shortly.  Progress of a sort.

Feeling more energetic, but not greatly needing or wanting any groceries, I took the tram up to Toppings to complete a bit of xmas shopping.  Success achieved (apart from witty cards), I walked down a bit to an Asian food store for some coriander, and boarded a tram home for a bowl of soup.  It was very cold, but sunny at least.

 The Shore was closed and I’d forgotten.  I got a call from Bill in despair outside, so we went round to Teuchter’s only to find John and Warren wrestling with the xmas tree.

We had some wine rather than beer; the Pinot Noir is much improved there.  Later, we were joined by Tash and Nigel, before we headed off.

 

Hina came through with a booking for the hotel on Monday.

Tuesday, 26 November 2024

I picked up the car, but I was feeling tired.

Been reading up on the knee op recovery etc.  Not an overnight thing!

Hibs snatch a draw with the Dons: 3 goals in injury time!!

Monday, 25 November 2024

High winds through the night (I refer to atmospheric winds).

I was up early to put my car to the garage. It was still blowing a hoolie, but blue skies at least.

Kenny wanted to go up North today, despite the ferries not running. I booked him a cheapie at the Station Hotel, hopefully he will get home tomorrow. I escorted him to the bus station by tram and returned. That was me in for the day; housekeeping etc.

I see the latest woke nonsense is renaming a pub called the “Sly old fox” because it’s offensive to foxes…  And Scotland actually gained ranking points from yesterday’s win, which pleasantly surprised me. 

Still blowing a gale. A call about the car, it maybe needs new petrol tank, I decided against it.

Sunday, 24 November 2024

A sharp temperature rise.

Ron B called; he’s not going to meet me Tuesday, as the bus doesn’t leave Aberdeen ’til 4. He went to Paisley for the game yesterday, amazingly.  It took about 4 hours, diverting through Perth as lorries jacknifed on Friarton Bridge.  Dedication!

We went over to Teuchter’s after 12 for the rugby. Lee said that Peter had gone ape over the group chat post re the TV. Overreacting!

Our seats were fine, Kenny had fish and chips. Plenty of totty around to keep him happy. It was very busy, and we were joined by big Chris, and the Lakomys.  Tom and Tindal at the match.

Julie messaged me about Conclave on Friday, so that’s sorted.

As the game progressed, the signal did not!  There were even more worrying moments on the signal than on the park.

At the end, a successful victory, if somewhat laboured.  A banana skin successfully avoided. But Kinghorn motm??? Sione I thought.

Home after the game for dinner.  Not a roast, a lamb casserole.

Alice’s restaurant is permanently closed 😢

Saturday, 23 November 2024

An unpleasant morning; no sunshine on Leith, but no snow either. Then it arrived, albeit wet and not lying. It was time to replace my light waterproof with my wax jacket.

The fire in the Malt and Hops beckoned.

All the buses were cancelled, bloody nonsense.  I remember they never stopped in the winters of 2009 and 2010, as I got the bus to work every day, and it was much more dangerous.

When I went in to see Alan, the Malt and Hops was quiet.  An hour later it was heaving with English; mostly from Manchester I think.  They obviously had taken a tram down (these kept going).

Kenny has a new Apple phone.  His old one was Android (one of my castoffs).

Back to the Shore later, before dinner.  This time a curry carry-out as I couldn’t be bothered cooking.

Kenny regaled me with stories from the past re Plum etc. Early night though.

Friday, 22 November 2024

Nobody has died so far. (I spoke too soon. Kirsty Mary has gone, per Kenny who arrived after 4.)

We went to the Shore. Kenny concerned about Alzheimers.

Iain Macniven was I with his girlfriend and said hello. Then the Moans arrived. Home for 1821 and a Chinese carryout.

Thereafter, a session on You Tube with Paul Simon and Willie Nelson with Homeward Bound – superb.

Wednesday, 20 November 2024

Yes, it’s cold.  But the key signifier is ice on the WoL and there is none!  Another lovely winter day in prospect.

Kenny’s plane to Manchester is going to be late, it’s an hour late arriving in Belfast, before travelling to Inverness and thence to SYY. He arrives here, DV, on Friday.

 

Later, the Shore with Bill, where the sky reminded me of Caravan, in the Land of grey and pink. Bill was too old to get the reference, but Danny did.

Bill is the only friend I have that I can play around with words with. Having said that, I don’t recall any others. Possibly that is the reason he enjoys my company. He was very insistent that they help me after I get my op.  They are very good friends.  He also was informative about what I might expect.

Home before 6, after 2 bottles of Primitivo. Kenny finally on his way and I received confirmation of my revised Golden Jubilee appointment.

Mairi is back home.

 

My god, Z Cars is on telly. “The way we were”.

A call from Ron Buchan: he will be down for both games.

Tuesday, 19 November 2024

MSM are going ape over this bit of cold weather. At least it distracts them (briefly) from the c-word.

Bloods this morning.

Officials abounded this morning. Outside my front door, someone flying a large drone, for what reason I know not. Loads of Hyperoptic staff also and finally, signs of this bloody 8 months road works to fuck-up our roads yet again.

Still, a crisp, bright, early-winter day, and I’ve about cracked xmas.

A call from Kenny: he heads for Manchester tomorrow, and will be with me on Friday afternoon. He doesn’t know when he’s going back home!

Monday, 18 November 2024

I called the Golden Jubilee and rescheduled my Orthopaedic appointment for 2nd December, even earlier; hooray! Less than 3 weeks to Hamburg.

I also cancelled my pre-diabetic class: I don’t think it’s needed given recent changes. We’ll see idc what Judy says.

An email from Axa, they are paying ½ my air-fare claim, so a result!

Poland did a Scotland, snatching defeat in injury time!

Sunday, 17 November 2024

Cold…

I saw the first grit of the season on the roads and pavements, and to go with it, all too many adverts for the C word…

Later, a shocking result for Wales. I watched Ludwig, as recommended by Bill. Very enjoyable.

Thinking about a UK train trip rover.

Saturday, 16 November 2024

A message from Colin Sinclair to say that Jim Harrow’s funeral went very well. He sent a couple of pix. Some good memories of Jim.

The LRB (London Review of Books) seldom fails to provide something of interest. I was reading an article about a book about India and the relationship with marine security. The article provided a potted history of the Indian Ocen and its politics and trade. It was far more interesting than the book is likely to be.

And the Economist has  pieces on the new repurposed GLP-1 drugs, of which Tirzepatide is one. Fascinating, and exciting.

I took a look at Celtic Connections.  Only 2 appealed, and one was sold out, so I have booked to see Breabach at the Lally Palais on 23rd Jan. I also booked an overnighter at the Radisson Blu for a good price.

 

Then to Teuchter’s for the rugby!  I was joined by the Fortunae. Julie had a great time on London and thoroughly enjoyed David Tennant’s  Macbeth.  The audience were issued with earphones which enhanced the experience with noises off!

 

The game itself was a high score but scrappy and unconvincing. A forward pass? Bollocks.

Our lìneout was appalling.

Anyway, good craic with Nigel, Tash, Nikki, John, etc.  Hunt’s pals were at the xmas market!  And Warren is off to Prague tomorrow.

 

Molly and Ben arrived after their first visit to Murrayfield. She too is on Mountjaro and has done better than me.

Two good games but the Twickenham one by far the better of the two. Home for 8pm.

The Wallabies will be a tough one next week. Nigel is away next weekend, Tindal going to the game with Susie. Might be on my own.

 

Friday, 15 November 2024

I’m getting a lot of phishing emails supposedly from the RAC in the last few days.  Beware!

Social Media had a feed about the Silk Roads exhibition at the  British Museum.  Something to visit on my trip there in February.

 

Over to Teuchter’s, Bill on his own, but we were joined by Jim A as arranged.  After 3 beers, Bill headed homeward, and we were then joined by Tash and Nigel; a great affa, all got on and Jim loved it.  Home after 16:30, very late for me!  And a letter to fix an appointment with the Golden Jubilee awaited me; an appointment on the 11th December.  Unfortunately, I am booked to be in Hamburg.  Still, progress!

I tried to phone the hospital but they were closed for the day (the office). I sent an email.

 

Thursday, 14 November 2024

I called Axa about my holiday insurance.  They have received it but they have delays: just like HMRC!  However, they hope to have it DW shortly.

Later, I got a call from Rayna: Axa will not refund the air fare as the train not pre-booked! Possibly the sleeper though, subject to excess £50. They should have it DW by Monday.

Ondine is closing due to the permanent scaffolding.

Wednesday, 13 November 2024

Weight below 120kg; progress. Shopping first.

Timothy West is the latest star I admire, to die.

 

Later, the Shore, where not just Bill, but Bruce and Mark came along. Bruce can’t make Friday, he finally has a viewing!  And another 2 popped up as we sat. Bill and Mark were late, having been to the cinema to see Small Things Like These.  I’ve heard of it and would quite like to see it but Vue is not showing it.

A good afternoon, home for 18:00 and a fish oie.

Tuesday, 12 November 2024

A good breakfast, and I left mid-morning, stopping off at Portlethen to fuel (£1.27/ltr) and visited Annie where I had a coffee and chat. Home back of 2. Soup!

There’s a sharp temperature drop today, the GCH went on.

I got texts from LNER on the times of my cancelled train. As it turns out, there are major delays caused by a breakdown!  I messaged Julie F, she was caught up in it and was stuck at Berwick.  At least she’ll get a refund.

I see there’s a new train service Cardiff to Edinburgh. Hmm.  I still haven’t done the Leven line.

And this is the latest nonsense from the council.  As if we haven’t had enough to put up with over the last few years.

Monday, 11 November 2024

I picked Nachos up, fuelled and drove up on a lovely day, arriving too early at 12:25. There were no coffee shops nearby alas.

 Anyway, the funeral went very well, with a large attendance and Steven doing an excellent job of the eulogy, speaking contributions from the family.

After, Nacho was taken by (Julie, girlfriend?) and I dropped off Jarjours,  parked car and got bus back up, taxis being useless. 

The funeral tea was my first food of the day. And who was there but Jim Kelly!  He is very stooped these days.  I greeted him briefly and went for food and drink intending to speak to him later, but he left very early. I had 3 pints of Camden Pale, talked to family,  and had a chat with the owner of Cafe Bohême whose name escapes me.  Must visit next time. I left early myself, at 17:30 when I got a bus immediately. Stuffed and tired.

A call from Jim; Rachel has hurt her back and wants to cancel Friday. No problem I said.

So I checked into the hotel which was fine.  I didn’t go out for food and drink either.  Oh well.

Sunday, 10 November 2024

Remembrance Sunday.

My arm is fine today, and I went to off early to Sainsbury: I should have been going to London. 

Rain and haar for the day.  I went back to Boots as I’d only had ½ my prescription.

 

Thence to the Malt and Hops where  Levi and AJ were ensconced.  Alan was slow, it was after 2, so I quipped his reactions were more of a Commodore 64 than a modern PC.  He was slow to pick up on that, so I substituted valves for the Commodore.  He got it, I think.

 

Then to Teuchter’s for the game. There was a hush for remembrance; it was quite moving.

Paddy Chris, Danny, John were at the table. 

Amusingly, at the precise moment of RSA first score, the fire alarm went off.  But a decent first half performance. If we keep that up for the second I’ll happy.

We didn’t. but we were not disgraced.

A call from Nachos, he has accepted my lift offer tomorrow.

 

Paddy is off to Copenhagen tomorrow and thence to the Far East. I told him to be sure and visit War Pigs.

Home for 18:30, leaving the lovely Christie and colleagues behind me.

Three beers. How shall I feel tomorrow?

I saw this on my feeds; unsurprised.

 

Saturday, 09 November 2024

Slight reaction from Covid jag yesterday, sore arm, tired-ish, and the soup finally made.

I decided not to venture out to either the market, or Teuchter’s to watch the England game, but put temptation aside.  In hindsight, I regret it; would have been fun to watch England doing a Scotland.

Curry carry-out tonight, and a great result for the Dons, recovering from the Celtic débacle.

Friday, 08 November 2024

To OT Boots for prescription, followed by a Vaccine for which I was taken taken early and immediately, and had to go home for Amazon, rather than proceed to Teuchter’s as planned.  However, the chap did not arrive by the stated time so to Teuchter’s I went.

Tindal arrived, exhausted (!) but with the trophy and magnum from the awards last night (they were also “Highly Commended” for craft beers).

Just Lawrance and Bill today, and just the 3 pints, home for 14:30, still no sign of Amazon. They finally arrived at 15:00.

 

A cardio appointment arrived in my inbox, for 19th December.

Ireland NZ game seems to have been an error – strewn affair, NZ coming out on top.

Thursday, 07 November 2024

So the USA voters have decided.  Along with other populists, they are eschewing values that we have fought recent wars for; for that which we fought wars before: loot.  I’m all right Jack.  Panem et circenses is what these leaders offer, and sufficient appear to vote for that.

 

Anyway, up town for a haircut followed by a wee wine in the Shore before dinner.

A decent result for Rangers, but abject failure for the Jambos. Otoh, victory for Teuchter’s, winners of the SLTN best outdoor area award.

Wednesday, 06 November 2024

Not looking good for the USA.

I booked parking for Monday, then got a message from Liz and John; they were in Printworks, so I went over to meet them for a coffee. Lindsay, a chum of theirs, also appeared.

 

Later, I finished my wrestle with PC. I’ve tried the latest upgrade, unimpressed, and rolled it back but some files awry. Good practice though.

Tuesday, 05 November 2024

So far, I haven’t noticed any illicit firework noises etc, but then I don’t live in Niddrie.  No change in the 8 octas of cloud  in the morning, but after midday finally Sunshine on Leith! Joy.

I called Mairi, who is feeling brighter and sees daily improvement. Getting socks on, is the next step!

I rebooked my London trip (as I couldn’t cancel it) for February, and I’m flying down using my air miles. I booked a hotel in Aberdeen for Monday.

 

24H2 installed, so much re-personalising to be done.

Celtic did well, hopefully Rangers and Hearts will do similarly.

Monday, 04 November 2024

Feeling better  but not 💯

We went to Gladstone’s to meet George.  He was in good form and obviously enjoyed the company.  I had nothing to drink. The talk was almost entirely about football!

We went our separate ways when Fergie got the bus to Waverley.  He was lucky; the 16 is on divert, so no walking. George was unsteady on his pins, so no wonder he doesn’t come down to Teuchter’s.

No tatties for leek and tattie soup ☹

I have decided against booking BA offer to Rio, as I don’t want to commit to a long trip until I know the score with my knees.

Having missed my curry on Saturday, I defrosted one for tonight.

Sunday, 03 November 2024

To the Malt and Hops to see Alan. I only had a couple, then a couple more at the Shore before dinner.

Not feeling great: maybe side effects from the meds.

Saturday, 02 November 2024

Janey Godley dies and Badenoch becomes Tòraidh leader. O tempora, o mores.

We went over about 1 to Teuchter’s.  The pub was heaving, and we were just in time to secure a table in the Bothy before it too filled up.

The Gibsons, Clare Farquhar, and Ben Butler arrived.  Great to see Ben, it’s been a while.  He has a second child!

I had Fish and chips for lunch.  Clare and Paula had Venison stew in such a large helping that 1 would have done both.

 

Many X posts mentioning there were extra Trams, prepare for delay!  As it was, our tram was late late.  And stowed after FOTW. On the way, some guys swallowing Buckie!

Anyway, we hot out there.  Our seats were fab, row C at the front.  I wouldn’t want to be there in bad weather though!  A good game, albeit Fiji made many errors.  The ‘Boks will not be so forgiving.

We stayed for a while afterwards, to allow the crowds to dissipate.  We drank naff tins of wine, and still the trams were crowded. We got off at Haymarket, to go to Ryrie’s. Clare left, then Tom and Paula, then we sat with Cumbrians and Finn’s best pal before leaving and returning because thew tram was late again, to arrive home about 23 hrs. Skeleton knackered.

Friday, 01 November 2024

Views of the Valencia Albufera lagoon on CNN. I’d wanted to visit earlier, but hadn’t the time.  So sad.

Annie called to discuss the trip financials.  She was belaboured with gasmen, car etc before insurance claim!

 

I went up to pick Fergie from the station.  The traffic was dire, and we wre late in getting to Teuchter’s.  Not too severe a session as we were going up town later.

 

I’d booked a Turkish restaurant called Mehmed, across from the Queen’s Hall.  It was very good, and pleasant décor too.

Blue Rose Code were excellent as ever, albeit finishing sharp.  Roseanne Reid (daughter of a Proclaimer) was the support, and she also was good. After, we went straight home, passing by Sandy Bells and  the Malt and Shore for 11 and bed. How sad.

Still drizzly.

Mairi is out of hospital and staying at Linda’s.

Thursday, 31 October 2024

Hallow’een, and the rugby weekend with Fergie approaches.

But first, Jim and Frances Aitken at the Blazer.  It was windy, and there were many graduates outside the Usher Hall.  Frances has had Covid finally, but otherwise in fine form. They’d brought me a book “Searching for Schrodinger” about Quantum mechanics!

We ended up going over to the Chanter, where I had wine as I was full up with beer.

 Jim was impressed with the (Netflix?) prequel to LOTR.

We’ve arranged a return visit to Le Bistrot for lunch. A great afternoon, always fun company

Going our separate ways, I ended up on a 36.  Passing  Meldrum House, it’s looking better it’s been a while on this route.  And there’s a new Café Andaluz next to the Co-Op.

Wednesday, 30 October 2024

Shopping, and I ran into Calum  at  Aldi  and he said that ERA were selling the Stockbridge Tap & Cloister’s.  I mentioned the  2^nd  law of thermodynamics.

Bloods done. And Julie has shingles!

Terrible news about the Valencia floods.  I sent Nachos a message: he replied saying his family were OK, thankfully.

 

Tom Snr’s funeral on Monday, but I’m scheduled to be in London.

I watched the Budget, they’ve abolished Non Dom. Hooray.

I came across an interesting snippet here

 

Off to the Shore to meet Bill.  I’ve been invited for Xmas dinner.  He said he was limiting drink today.  Oh aye; it didn’t end up that way.

And tonight, the Dons won!

 

The US sems to have a holy Pentarchy: the trinity, guns, and the bible.

Tuesday, 29 October 2024

After breakfast (quite a while!), wee exercise session.

A message from Paula suggesting we meet in Teuchter’s on Saturday. An easy yes from me.

In the afternoon, given the clement weather, I took a bus out to Granton. I stopped off at the Malt for a half (yes) before catching the 16 and getting to Granton, walking down past Granton Station, now a creative hub, but if the plans go through destined to be the northern terminus of the next tram line. I caught a bus to Granton Harbour which I hadn’t visited for a long time, and strolled along, down through Wardie, and ended up conveniently at the Old Chain Pier, where I had a mediocre pint of Landlord (must talk to Lawrence about it). Then, a stroll to the tram, stopping off at the Harbour Inn, where I was unable to finish a pint due to capacity. Does this mean the medication is working, I wonder.

Anyway, home for just after 4 having had a pleasant series of walks, on a sunny and mild afternoon.  I’d taken my pole, which I certainly needed.

A message from Bill; he can make it for the Shore tomorrow after all.

Monday, 28 October 2024

Breast self-examination seemingly not that worthwhile, according to new research.  Liz would not have discovered her tumour without it.

 

My first bike session since my return from Europe.  An easy intro.

A terrible shame about  Ken Macaulay, dying the day after his epic cycle ride.

Sunday, 27 October 2024

That’s the clocks back then.  A swift visit to Sainsbury on a crisp sunny morning, and breakfast. And, more importantly, my first dose of Tirzepatide.

I dealt with my Hyperoptic renewal. £35/month is still a good deal for fast broadband.

Julie F is going down to see Macbeth in London, with her pal Marion.  It’s the same time as I am down, so hopefully we will meet.  I’m also going to meet up with Andrew Jarjour.

I spoke with Fergie and Pamela S.  He will not be fixating too much on the Dons game on Saturday. Then, I messaged Anne C to tell her of my knee news: she has a date for her x-ray, so good news on both fronts.

Then a message from Tom; Paula is coming down at the weekend and is taking Ali’s ticket for the Fiji game.  I told him that I had a spare, so that should be OK. Possibly meet for lunch down here?  He’s still in Aberdeen, and will be finalising the funeral arrangements tomorrow.

Annie has booked most of her NZ holiday. Out on 13/1  back via Perth  on 10/2.

Full dark at 17:00; depressing.

Saturday, 26 October 2024

I’m ambivalent about Tirzepatide.  On the one hand I want to lose weight, especially with the prospective knee replacement, on the other I don’t want to lose my enjoyment of food and drink.  Oh well, I’ll have to sook it and see. I’ll start tomorrow, and enjoy my curry tonight!

BA are offering £500 of Business Class flights to Rio, inter alia.  Hmm.

Anyway, a pleasant autumnal afternoon as I caught the bus to the Lyceum to see “A Streetcar named Desire”.

I can’t remember being at a matineé before, but the if the bar is an indicator of busyness, it’s a sellout. An overwhelmingly female audience.

I didn’t know the play at all. It was a stonking performance, by Pitlochry theatre.  Kowalski was quite sympathetic I thought.  N excellent set design.

Some white wine before and at interval assisted, and I got the bus home directly.

A good away result for the Warriors away to Stormers; Edinburgh useless again. But another victory for the Dons.

Friday, 25 October 2024

I called  Mairi, she had her hip replacement the other day and they are pleased with it.  But she’s concerned at her level of mobility.  Physio pretty intensive, maybe out early next week, but quite a lot of pain (Oramorph).

 

Over to Boots to pick up a prescription, prior to Teuchter’s.  Bill was wondering where I’d got to (I was late). Ian Lindsay was there with him. Lawrance not feeling great, George ditto, and Bruce’s wife Joan still crocked. Dear god!

During the session, I got a call from Lothian Health Board offering me a knee slot at the Golden Jubilee.  I seized it! It will be a month or two, 3 visits, they will contact me. Very happy.

A good afternoon with the gruesome twosome too. Grey and damp on return before 4.

Thursday, 24 October 2024

A message from Tom first thing; his father died last night. A good life, well lived.

 

Finally, I have done my ironing. And caught up with the last of my admin.  I got a call from Kenny M, he wanted my help in booking a trip to Manchester. So I did it: he is going to stay here on his return leg.

Rachel R is a granny!  Her daughter Katie gave birth to a son.  Here is a nice story about it.

Wednesday, 23 October 2024

From Elaine F; Kenny has left the building! Off to the shopping.

 

I have 3 days remaining on my rail pass before 17th November.  So I decided to use two of them to go to London on 10-12th. I’m staying at the Premier Inn between King’s Cross and Euston.

 

The Scotland squad named; no real issues. Nice to see Sione as captain. And my Tirzepatide arrived.

I got a bus up the town, first time for a while. The Blazer was closed so I crossed the road to the Chanter first. It’s got a fantastic sound system (Marquue AV). No real ale though, although they had a cask promotion which meant that beer was circa £4.25. It’s now owned by Stonegate.

Then a 2 to the Cask and Barrel Southside before heading to Chennai for a curry.

Very good it was, and good to meet the guys.

Afterwards I walked with John, I got tram and  Linda F was on it. She’s resigned from NHS and possibly has a Napier job in January! In good form. 

Home 22:30.

Tuesday, 22 October 2024

Today, I’m catching up with the Economist.

I was attracted by an article on a “digital twin” which lets your doctor, (and you) see a working model of your body taking into account your medical history, meds etc. I like the idea.

However, too many articles on seemingly intractable problems, like Sudan, the Middle East, Ukraine… That’s not to say they should be ignored though.

A message from Anne C re her knee: GP sending her for an X-ray.

I have ordered a trial of Tirzepatide.  It’s all medical…

Monday, 21 October 2024

The clocks go back on Sunday.

A message from Linda M first thing: Mairi’s broken her hip and is in the Royal.

Then a message from Tom, saying his dad was deteriorating and he was heading up tonight. 

 

Later I spoke to Mairi. She’s to get a total hip replacement.  She was putting the bin out and a wind gust knocked her over. Ironically she was due a pre-op assessment for a knee replacement this week.

Later, I was reading some SF stories, and then I picked up the London Review of Books, and came across an article about AI Chatbots. The similarities were uncanny and confusing.

Then, in the following issue of LRB, an excellent (of course!) article by Neal Ascherson about Claud Cockburn, of whom I’d never hitherto heard. (I am catching up with old issues of the LRB & Economist which Bill has passed on to me.)

Sunday, 20 October 2024

Up early to get to Sainsbury before the bad weather.  I succeeded, with little wind, and the rain arriving as I got home.

My, and then the sun came out.

Bad news about Chris Hoy.

Later, I met Bill at the Shore, the weather was glorious in between the fronts.  He told me the Scott Trust is selling the Observer!!!

 A pleasant afternoon, far too much wine, home after 3 ½ hours for 18:30, the weather still warm, wind increasing.

After dinner, a message from Annie; doesn’t look good about Tom G snr.

Saturday, 19 October 2024

“Was a sunny day”#

I went to Boots OT for a prescription, then the market and fortunately the Pie Dolly was present, then to the Malt to assess.  Alan J was in, along with Jacqui McM.  He was in good form considering the emotional turmoil of yesterday. Lawrence joined us.  I asked if anyone had heard from Alisdair. No. I said Julie was going up there in a fortnight and hoped to catch up with him.

Alan is off to Turkey next week, and Jacqui to Egypt.

 

Later, other pals of Justice arrived (John had flown in from the USA to attend the funeral). Bikers by the looks, but from Royal High 😉

I went away about 2pm.  Elaine F message: Kenny has still not left the building, and she was overhung.

My Joni Mitchell Bio arrived. And relax.

Alisdair Curtis then sent a couple of messages to the Coven, he seems to be OK.

Friday, 18 October 2024

Sunny and warm, a good day for a funeral?  First, I kicked off my Travel Insurance claim

I drove to the funeral, my first trip to Seafield. A small but attractive crem, possibly the oldest of the 3 in the city?

No Ridley? The Fortunae plus Faither however. Julie is on a diet and has done quite well. Kenny is leaving Elaine’s flat.  Or not?

 

What kind of CofS service is this? The minister called the 23rd Psalm a “hymn”, and mentioned the communion of saints.

I spoke to Alan and his sister Wendy after the service.  They had both held up well.

I didn’t go to the King’s Manor for the purvey, instead went back home, then to Teuchter’s, where I’d just missed the guys. Then to the Malt. Quiet, Colin on and I bored him with my travels.  Then the Fortunae and Faither arrived, he having brought me a bagful of sausage rolls from the wake! Sufficient to feed the 5,000.  Amusingly, there had been no decent beer (Laurence had Coors or Carling) so I dodged a bullet there.

Lovely to speak to them all.  Julie spoke about going to the Conclave (film, Fiennes) and we have a tentative arrangement to see it on the 29th November.  Ditto, tentatively, to Elaine’s to watch an autumn test (not Fiji for which Fergie will be down.).  I was about to leave when a lassie arrived I thought I recognised.  Julie went over to speak to her and it turned out it was not so. She was DedDee from Kentucky! Then Ridley arrived, speaking to Elaine and I did not get a chance to talk to her until I was outside.  She leaves for Kenya a week Tuesday and is, unsurprisingly, looking forward to it.

 

Homeward, I passed on the other side of the Shore.  Still early at 18:30, but too much beer. Old age…

Thursday, 17 October 2024

The weather had faired up after a big breakfast. A train and tram home for lunch, and rest.

Wednesday, 16 October 2024

Wet, but warm. In fact. In my earlier than usual shop it didn’t rain. Off to Haymarket and Glasgow.

My handkerchief still smells of celery, as I discovered when I polished my glasses. Knees dodgy.

I met Anne C off the train at GCH, and we went to the Bavaria Brauhaus, which she liked, fortunately. We ate there (no Schweinsaxe) and chatted. She’s met up with Jean, and Kay Lamond. Sara Green is doing well. Someone told me she had a man in her life but I can’t remember who.

Anyway Anne is fine but has hip problems, and seeing GP next week. Jack OK too. They had a week off in Annan. After lunch I escorted her back to the station but we had a wee Prosecco upstairs in the Voco first.

She got on the train, I got the X19 to the hotel. Very nice room upgrade.  

Tuesday, 15 October 2024

More progress on admin, and I deleted my Facebook Euro album. I also managed to recover missing files.

To Glasgow tomorrow to meet wee Anne.  I’ve decided to stay overnight.

A call from Ron B, I won £50 in the SNP 200 club.  Hooray! We commented on the Dons performance so far; I’ll see him for the Hearts game and maybe the Hibs one.

Scotland Portugal draw.

Monday, 14  October 2024

Still cold, but sunny, as I go back to my normal weekday breakfast.

So, my visit to Waterstones yesterday cockup:

1. One nook ordered twice,
2. Didn’t pick other book up,
3. I forgot to use gift card I’d brought with me

I went back to sort it.

More catching up, tidying, washing (the last of it). Then the ironing 🙁

And the admin.

Sunday, 13 October 2024

Sainsbury visit for my Sunday shop.  I bought some celery, and blanched/froze it, with the result I was stinking of the stuff.  I went to Dreams to look at mattresses, and the salesman was hard put to come near me!

Then to Waterstones and the Dry cleaners.

Annie also somewhat discombobulated by her return. No Tom news.

 

Later, I went to the Malt and Hops,  where the fire was on, and I was the sole coven member.  There’s a  new manager; Frankie from Macclesfield who is a voice artist, comedian etc.  I only stayed for a couple and Kenny,  Levi arrived and we exchanged greetings.

I finished in the Shore which was very busy, but no fire. I got a nice welcome from John, Marta (Marta is Jake’s wife and Anja his sister) and Sharon, and had a chat with Brian and Kenny (jazz boys). Stevie Moan came in and we had a chat too. He was in good form

I spoke to a George Brown guy who implied it WAS the lack of help from EDC that was the proximate cause of them moving to Tranent.

Too much wine, but wtf an enjoyable afternoon and had I contacted Bill: disaster!

Later, I called Kenny Mac, all is well with him, he is weaving but is not back at the mill.  He’s still awaiting clearance to drive.

Saturday, 12 October 2024

I’m slowly getting back into a routine.

Tom Snr is still in hospital., and a text from Fergie, Alex Salmond dies. The last best hope in my lifetime. Sad, sad news.

Friday, 11 October 2024

It’s leaf-kicking season, as my GCH goes on, and the summer bedding is changed for winter’s. Butter is changed for marge.  I went up to the health centre for a pre-diabetic eye check. Sunny, cold & dry. And new potholes of course.

Henderson  street is up again in exactly the same place as a few months ago. WTF??

 

Back home, I ordered 4 books:

1. It’s a Fine Day for the Hill by Adam Watson
2. Lee bu Antony Penrose
3. Travelling by Ann Powers &
4. The Voyage home by Pat Barker

 

 Teuchter’s revisited, no Bruce as his wife had taken a tumble/  No George, but Lawrance was there.  A warm welcome from the bar, but we didn’t overdo it, and no visit to the Malt.

Thursday, 10 October 2024

An early rise. More washing etc, then to the recycle dump to leave my suitcase as a wheel was damaged. I shan’t replace it unless I go on another long trip. Then off to change my foreign currency back to GBP and, after filling/ cleaning the car, I took it for a high-speed run to clean out the engine and recharge the battery. Back for lunch. Soup season is upon us.

 

After, I went to the cinema to see Lee.  A most enjoyable film and Winslett is stunning in the title part.  Those who don’t know her story would be surprised that her interlocutor in her old age was revealed to be her son. The nights are drawing in, it was dusk as I left for home and dinner.

Since reading Deighton’s “Winter” whilst away, I have restarted reading his Samson series.

Fergie and Pamela should be home.

Wednesday, 09 October 2024

Up early, hung washing, and started the long list of post-holiday tasks.  We were both somewhat recovered, in Annie’s case helped by large quantities of tea.

I went off to pick up my car from the Redmonds; it started first time. Off and did the shopping and back for a late breakfast. Looking forward to fresh fruit. The forecast rain and wind stayed away.

After breakfast, Annie headed off for Portlethen.

 

Going through my mail, I had a letter about my CT scan to say I don’t need any more than at present; good news. All my unnecessary replacement cards arrived!

 

Then, the Shore with Bill later, a very enjoyable coming together. He told George has not been out since I left; Bruce’s house remains unsold. Autumnal, much red wine, the impression he’d missed the nonsense and how much Danny hates me!

A call from Dr Judy.  Confirms results, bloods in November, no problems in Ozempic etc so long as I keep her informed.  She’s off on holiday next week!

Cooking dinner for the first time in a while! Have things changed so much in a month? Or is it me?

It’s darker (nights I mean). Bill sees the possibility of a Trump win as being the fall of the West. My view is so what?

A call with Fergie; he’s excellent form and they return tomorrow.

Early night.

Tuesday, 08 October 2024

Awake early, I read the Skytrax reviews of GVE. Bloody awful! As was the weather as we went to the station, where a Glacier Express train was waiting to depart for St Moritz.

However, our first train, to Visp, RE42 is a 2231, was like a class 156, only with comfortable seats  in 1st class. The journey takes around 70 minutes.

We passed a golf course at  Randa called the Matterhorn Club!

To platform 6 at Visp, a change from narrow gauge to standard, to catch the last train of this trip (excluding the tram home!). It’s a fast double-decker to take us down the Rhone Valley.

At Martigny, signs of a narrow-gauge railway. Then we arrived at the north shore of Lake Geneva. Unfortunately the weather hid the lovely views there from our sight.

However, all the travel went to schedule and despite the poor reviews we had no problems in negotiating our way to a business lounge where we had a few much-needed refreshments and food.

The worst was walking the distance to our boarding gate for our flight only to hang about on the jet bridge for an unconscionable time. Speedy boarding??? Fuck off!

Inbound was 30 late anyway, rollback 20 late, today’s aircraft is a A320neo.

I noted that all gates B pods are accessed from under the apron. Have not seen that before.

My knee was sore the entire flight, doubtless exacerbated by the long wait at the jetbridge. . We landed on 06 so time in air saved. And I was quickly put to the fastest and trouble-free transit I’ve had in EDI for a long time, with the bags appearing quickly and near first off the belt. A tram shortly after and the rain is colder and wetter than Zermatt! I was very happy to get home. But coming into the house seemed strange; as if it wasn’t my home at all!

The Redmonds had bought me some milk. And flowers, better than the last time when they bedecked the place with Union flags. And I found my wallet.

A washing on, and then bed.

 

Monday, 07 October 2024

Our last full day, sunny, occasional cloud. I checked in for the flights and looked at the rail trip for tomorrow. A lazy breakfast.

We went off to walk down town. Zermatt was at its best for Annie, picture-postcard perfect.

We stopped off for a coffee with Annie desperately waiting in vain for the Matterhorn to clear. Another wander, and we stopped off at the Brown Cow for a late lunch before going back to the hotel. A pleasantly warm day. Lots of choppers around, probably easier to carry cargo in.

Later, down for a pre-dinner coffee; the rain has arrived. The air smells incredible, burning wood etc.

Beer, wine dinner, Annie to bed, me to follow for 21h30, a wee bit pished withe the lovely Italian girls.

Sunday, 06 October

After a good breakfast, we took a taxi to the station for the Glacier express.  Our train arrived and we boarded, very nice coaches. Farewell St Moritz, I shan’t miss your prices, worse than Norway, but your scenery otoh…

 Our first main stop was Chur (pronounced as in as in French court). And we proceeded at a slow pace (the description “Express” is ironic) through the next 8 hours, through beautiful scenery. The most amusing bit was going from alpine meadows into a snow tunnel and emerging into a snowy world.  Quelle change!

Then, Furka, Oberwald and the base tunnel, large cowbells etc and via Visp into Zermatt, where we were picked up from the station which was very welcome. The town is electric vehicles only, and no private cars. Our hotel was a very nice ski-type place I felt at home in right away.

Fergie was ecstatic about Dons result. Edinburgh however were rubbish.

Anyway, bedded for 22:30

Saturday, 05 October

My bed was comfortable, didn’t like the pillow, room too warm and couldn’t find the aircon, so despite the tiredness of the day, I didn’t sleep well.

 

Nevertheless, I got up for breakfast and went out to my balcony (yes I had one), and whilst the view of the car park was uninspiring, beyond lay snow-covered mountains. We were in an annexe, and breakfast was in the main building. Walking down, our annexe has a lounge with crystals. A big geode sat in the fireplace.

 

Breakfast was good, the hotel was comfortable, and the alpine air wholly invigorating. I felt at home; in a ski resort for the first time since Andorra 2016. Contentment spread through me, along with the coffee.

 

We got a card from the hotel that gave us free transport around the town, including a cable car, funicular which Annie fancied.  So we got a bus to the town centre one (we could see the lines from our hotel). We gave it a go, but Annie didn’t feel she could make it past the first one.  There was another funicular to the next station, and a cable car (the easiest of the 3) to the top at Piz Nair.  Full snow cover, restaurant, lovely weather and a beer.  I loved it.  I had my beer, cloud came down, and so did I to meet Annie waiting patiently.

California Dreaming was my earworm.

 

We popped over to a Cashmere outlet, where the cheapest jumper was €600 to Annie’s shock, and then to a bar, which was the  the haunt of the beautiful people, and us. All of a piece. Even Fergie would baulk.

 

Annie completed her shopping (no results) whilst I remained in the bar. Then we caught a bus back to the hotel, where the woman who helped us last night had left her name (Esther) and a small present of a tea-towel at reception.  How kind.  Annie messaged her thanks.

 

Before dinner, I met a chap in the bar called Mackay, who was originally from Bute but had been brought up in England.  He helped organise cricket on ice when the lake froze!  They also play polo (a bit like the Thames Frost Fairs back in the day).

 

We had a big dinner at hotel, gorgeous lamb, and a free Limoncello for Annie.

Bed. 

Friday, 04 October

Up early to shower, finish packing etc, and breakfast. We took a taxi for the short trip to the station, Annie commenting that it was the best €10 she’s spent this trip. Warm, blue skies, cu-nim around though. Goretex hiking shoes on today though.

 

 

We have 3 trains to negotiate, the final one slightly uncertain.

 

On our train early and easily, we left on time, our only stops being Rome and Bologna. Unfortunately, whilst entering Bologna, a breakdown on the line caused a delay of 25 minutes. Our connection in Milan was only 25 minutes after scheduled arrival, and inevitably we missed it. A glass of wine (me) and a panini (Annie) in the station bar, and the next train, an hour later, was so busy they brought another set up. This delayed us by 30 minutes, leaving no margin for error to make the final connection to St Moritz.

 

We moved along Lake Como seeming to lose more time, with little or no information. Then the arrivals board at Tirano said our train was cancelled. No guard to be seen. No WiFi, spotty connections due to tunnels, the Trenord chat and info of little use.

 

I got off at next stop and went to the next set to speak to the guard who said the train would stop at Sondrio, and we would have to get a bus to Tirano. No mention of what would happen to our connection to St Moritz

 

Sure enough, we did stop at Sondrio and there was a train beside us for Tirano, so we got on that, failing any other info whatsoever. Then, the driver couldn’t get into the cabin and yet another change of train and platform. Paying the price for all my other trips that went well. Un-fucking-believable.

 

We arrived at Tirano, no info on the platform, all offices closed. I saw a sign for substitute bus and dragged Annie there to find the bus driver’s very limited English was confined to sending me back over to Bernina Express. Off I went, and asked the Bernina express people about this, to find that indeed, there WAS a train at the front of all the other BE carriages. I was raging. I got Annie and finally we got on the right (Swiss) train. Exhausted.

 

Incidentally, the scenery was lovely, snow clad mountains, Lake Como etc, but I was too wound up to appreciate it. And we moved into the final country of the trip, Switzerland. 

 

Fortunately, the Swiss were stereotypically efficient. The train departed and arrived on schedule as did the bus which went over the Bernina pass, where there was plenty of snow. Annie made friends with a local woman who pointed us in the direction of a bus from Samedan Hbf that would drop us at our hotel, thus saving the bother of a train/taxi. She also showed me how to use the ticket machine, so all good.

 

On the downside, Switzerland is not included in my roaming plan, so will have to rely on Annie and WiFi. I updated the hotel about our arrival, and after a short wait at cold Samedan, we got on the final bus as planned, got off at the hotel, and after completing the extensive registration process dived in, just in time to beat restaurant closing time of 22:00.

 

Spag bol! Oh and red wine. A very fractured day. And I feel fragile. Bed 23:00.

 Thursday, 03 October

The forecast for St Moritz tomorrow is snow… Here, greyer, thunderstorms and winds forecast, but in the 20s anyway.

Breakfast and Annie said she wanted to ask about a taxi for tomorrow. I’d already decided on that. 

 

We went back to Sorrento on the Circumvesuviana from Porta Nalona, a good move as at the next stop, Garibaldi, it became standing room only. And that did not change until arrival. We stayed a for a while, had refreshments and headed back. The first train was stowed so the next selected, and became so but time for some vino Bianco.

 

There’s a Barra station on the line, but I failed to get a decent picture of it. 

 

We got off at Garibaldi for a visit to a leather shop Annie wanted to see, but weather threatening so we went to the hotel for a couple of hours to await events. 

 

In the event, thunderstorms ensued and we avoided the Pizzeria Fortuna and went instead to the Attanasio Pizzeria a short distance from the hotel. The rain has given a much-needed clean to the streets. 

 

The meal was very nice. “Gilmour, McTominey!” were the words spoken by the maître when he we were Scots. Ne is a Napoli fan. 

Prawns coated in Almond, Meat Genovese, were my selections, with vino rosso. I was stuffed! We avoided the rain, back to the hotel for 20:30, couldn’t manage a nightcap.

 

Early start tomorrow. 

 

Wednesday, 02 October

After an early breakfast we headed off on a bus tour of Sorrento and the Amalfi coast.

Diana and Antonio picked us up neat the hotel on a mini coach, which was full, with Annie and I in separate single seats. Deliciously cool.

 

We had a lovely run down to Sorrento, the coast gorgeous, and Capri sleeping on a slight layer of haze. Looking back at Naples and Vesuvius in the north was spectacular. The traffic otoh…

There were many evergreen trees which looked like mushrooms; I later identified them as stone pine (umbrella tree)

 

Arriving at Sorrento, we walked down the road to the centre to find it over touristed, with guide-led crocodiles omnipresent. Annie and I sat outside in a cafe and had a couple of coffees, before heading back to meet the group, but having a lemon Sorbet first! 

Sfusato amalfitano is the name of the local fruit variety. 

 

Then it was on to Positano via hairy hairpins, where it was cloudy. We walked down a bit but it was gettins steeper and I was concerned at returning, so we went back up and found a busy small place for lunch: a panini and beer. And a fridge magnet for Annie. 

 

Then, a tortuous ride to Amalfi. The drivers earn their money! The buses manoeuvring around corners and each other! 

 

At Amalfi (famous for handmade paper), I took a boat trip, with some others of the group, Annie staying on dry land. I enjoyed it, the movement, air, spray, and the views; most of all seeing Gore Vidal’s villa.

Returning, I met Annie and went for a drink. Tre birre in fact, and John Tindal’s equivalent surveying 5ge customer churn and £s was fun. I spoke to him and said he had an equivalent in Leith. Also there, was a hit woman in gold hot-pants, and her pal, I was contented.

 

On the return, another route full of hairpins and overall, the camera doesn’t do it justice. I took around 400 pix. 

 

We had dinner round the corner from the hotel, and an nightcap: wearily to an early bed. 

 

Tuesday, 01 October

Into October, and a week today we’ll be home.

Breakfast was unexciting, basic but OK.

 

Another scorchio, and I persuaded Annie to go for a Hoponoff trip. This meant going back to the station for a metro. The area was still dirty, and a number of lifts were unoperational (one with turds at the door) but we finally managed to negotiate a route to the platform. After that it was easy: a short walk to the bus stop. The trip itself was superb, taking us through the various areas, in just over an hour. We were taken up above the city, looking out over the bay of Naples, towards Vesuvius. The views and colours were amazing. One forgot about the squalor below. 

 

Arriving back, we went for a pizza – of course, and beer. Braw. 

News from Leith, George Brown Ltd is moving to Tranent. 

Later I negotiated our way to Kite Beer, a rather pleasant small craft beer bar down an alley, before heading back to the hotel for a seat outside with a cold vino Bianco, phew.

 

Not a good result for Celtic, but I bought Blue Rose Code tickets for Fergie’s visit in November. 

 

Monday, 30 September

Naples next stop today. And Kris Kristofferson has died at 88.

After a breakfast, a taxi to the station, and after some tortuous navigation, we arrived at the AV (HST) platforms, found our coach waiting area in time for the inbound Frecciarossa 1000 train to Naples via Rome. The 1st class is full! Coffee and a snack box is served at your seat.

The journey went through many tunnels at speed . When not in tunnels we travel through the lovely Italian countryside. They can build an excellent HST Network, and we can’t even build one. Pathetic.

 

We arrived at Naples a few minutes late, and made our way out of the station to walk to the hotel, a few hundred metres away. Whilst I was attempting to Orient myself, Annie spotted a rat, calmly feasting at our feet. As we made our way through the back streets of Naples to the hotel, we found the neighbourhood skanky and dirty to say the least. We were both a bit shaken when we arrived at our Ibis hotel. 

Annie, was on the point of staying in the hotel for the 4 days, but after a rest we had some wine. I suggested I go out for a carryout, and brought back some excellent spit-roast chicken and potatoes from round the corner. I discovered that the neighbourhood, which admittedly run-down, was not as bad as we first thought, but was quite lively. A relief. 

Early night though. 

 Sunday, 29 September

Start of our last full week away. Before breakfast, I got a message from Alan J. His mum has died after a short illness. So sorry.

We took a bus to near the Piazza Maggiore, and walked through and around it. The festival is something to do with the Franciscans I gather. Then, stopping off for an Italian coffee, we passed along the Via Clavature before stopping off for a Prosecco, or Pignoletti as they say in Bologna. Or two, as they say in Leith. Very pleasant, street-drinking and watching the scene. La dolce vita indeed.

 

We followed up with food at La Porchietteria. The thing is unless one spends some time exploring Italian food one won’t get it. It was great. You grab a menu, stand in the queue, and order when you get to the front. Pick up your drinks and disposable cutlery, sit down until your name is called, and pick up your food. 

 

The wait staff called us a taxi, Annie practising her Italian and getting even more excited. No more Pignellio…

 

As it turned out however we sat talking shite until she went to bed than me before 9!

 

Saturday, 28 September

The new Nightjet sleepers are pretty good. For one thing the beds are aligned in the direction of travel, rather than crossways, it makes for a more comfortable journey. There’s a loo, it’s clean, and the wifi is good (as it is on all the OBB trains). Breakfast is ordered the night before. The worst of it is that you only have a minute or two to detain on arrival.

 

Anyway, welcome to Italy, the penultimate country of this trip (I hope). Breakfast arrived and was consumed, and I had an email from the hotel cancelling our reservation, which is not what I wanted. So ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this trip seems bedevilled. We were 30 minutes late. Leaving the station, I heard an announcement about the strike.

 

We took a taxi to hotel anyway (Uber seemed to want a lot of money). After the receptionist discussed the issue, it appeared that they’d tried to charge my Amex card and as they had an old one, it had been declined, hence the cancellation. Anyway the guy did a sterling job, booked again, got into room right away, crashed. 

 

Later, I went to the station (there was a bus stop outside) and reserved seats, good news, no strike. 

I was gagging for a beer before we got on the Hoponoff bus, and there was a small food court beside the stop where I had a Peroni. It did the job. 

 

The bus was fun and we got off at the Piazza Maggiore. The city has amazing collonades and med colours of umber and red. 

 

I took Annie to the Populare for some beers before going to eat at Ruggini nearby. From empty at time of arrival, to chaos in minutes. We were lucky, if the food was good, because we arrived before the kitchen was open. A local white started well

And the food was good. I had a Tagliatelle Ragu, otherwise known in UK as a spag bol! 

It was heaving, the staff were run off their feet. 

When we left, there were thunderstorms but no rain, as we took buses back to the hotel then nightcap, bedded before 10.

 

Friday, 27 September

Up early, more in hope than expectation, to a slew of email updates from OBB. The end result seems to be that our Salzburg train will travel, we may or not have seat reservations on a remade train, and it is likely to be too late to make our onward Innsbruck connection.

 

No time for breakfast, I paid the bill and Annie summoned an Uber. It’s a grey and damp farewell to this marvellous city. 

We arrived in plenty of time at the Hbf and yet another email gave me the platform, to be superseded by another, which turned out to be correct.

 

So we are sitting on the train (separately), waiting on events. In the meantime, my hotel transaction was declined! Reason unknown.

 

On the train, I had breakfast, and watched the world go by. There was snow on the mountains to the south (therefore facing north), but whether old or new I know not.

 

More emails, but I spoke go the guard and he said there should be no problem in getting on the next train even without seat reservations. He suggested we go to the rear set. We are around ½ hour late for Salzburg, and it’s still grey, if dry.

 

The train finally arrived 29 minutes later than the revised time. I gave up on getting the connection to Bologna, and so it proved, so I had a couple of beers to take my mind off things. So much was my mind off things that when we arrived in Innsbruck 90 minutes late, the waiter had to chase me on the platform to get me to pay for the second.

On the way, it was a very pretty journey, diverting briefly into Germany, before diving into the Tirol. I was in the right frame of mind to appreciate it though. 

 

I’d considered staying overnight in Innsbruck, and when we got to the OBB office I bitterly regretted it. We could have stayed for €144 each and gone to a decent beer restaurant, but by the time we arrived, the hotel was full. For 2 anyway. Maybe I could have sent Annie off somewhere, but…

 

Anyway, I discussed the matter with the beer-loving agent, with noises off from Annie, and the options ended up as I’d thought: return to Salzburg to connect to a Nightjet (ironically an option I’d considered and discarded during my original planning) & staying over in what was now a selection of horrendously priced hotels. So we went for the Sleeper: €250 per head for the berth.

 

No time to go to the bars. There is a 1st class OBB lounge in Innsbruck to which we’re entitled, but there wasn’t any beer. However an awfully nice chap went out to source me one for which he would take no payment (you’re not allowed to take your own stuff into the lounge). Man, I was grateful.

 

45 minutes later, we were on our way back to Salzburg. The view had changed little, apart from dusk arriving. Grey, cloud on the tops, like Scotland but with more trees.

 

Another beer.

 

We arrived on schedule (hooray), and I left Annie in the 1st Class OBB lounge whilst I went for a decent beer, in the pouring rain. My first option didn’t do beer only, so I crossed the road to a hotel with had a trendy bar on the 14th floor. I settled for a draught pils, which was OK but better than the alternative. And I suppose, attractive in its own way. A while to go before we get on the sleeper, which starts at Munich. It’s supposed to be a super-duper new train from earlier in the month.

 

Also, not far from me is one of the unusual stereotypically obnoxious loud Americans. Heard of them, first time I saw one. All the other Yanks are great. He’s so like Donnie. I told the staff not to tell him I was a Scot. 

After my beer, I went onto the rotwein. Back to the station to a relieved Annie. We were thrown out of the lounge at 10, and went up to the platform, where the train was 30 minutes late. On arrival, there was confusion on where we were sleeping, but the attendant eventually figured something out. Zzz. 

 

Thursday, 26 September

I woke to an email to say that there will be a train strike in Italy which will cause us problems. It’s been difficult rejigging on the fly, this trip.

 

Annie came down, finding me amongst a crowd of crumbles,which had obviously come off a tour bus and we’re being Germanic ally Marshall Ed by a younger woman. 

So back to the U4 Turkish cafe for a late breakfast: pizza!

 

The latest news on Tommy G is that he’s still in hospital having various tests done. Otoh, Catrìona (Annie’s daughter), has the possibility of a flat in Torry. 

 

Anyway, I checked the Italy train situation and could find no useful information.

 

I took a look at flights from Bologna to Naples. There are some – via Rome! However, it appears that even on strike days, a certain level of service is guaranteed. So I’m going to chance it.

I did a few Trip Advisor reviews, updated Excel accounts and blog. Next order of business, pack.

Then, off to have my beard trimmed by the barber next door. This included a waxing! But of my nose. It was like couple of warm mini-tampons inserted, and surprisingly did not hurt as much as I expected. Then, heading to the centre on the excellent Ubahn.

It was the warmest day so far in Vienna.

 

We walked around the fabulous buildings, Votivkirche, Rathaus and others, before meeting Phil, Jenny and Oliver at 1516, where we sat outside and eventually ate some satisfying pub grub, before heading hotelwards for a nightcap at 22:15. My laundry had not been delivered, so I went to reception to complain to be told I was expected to collect it. Hmm.

 

Early start tomorrow. A good result for the Huns. 

 

Wednesday, 25 September

Jaded. I managed to get up eventually. Weather back to summer again. 

I’d identified a cafe at Ubahn 4 station Meidling Haupstrasse , so we went there for a Turkish breakfast, much better and cheaper than the hotel’s. 

 

And so to the Hoponoff bus which at over 2 hours was excellent, taking us through the centre, to the Ferris Wheel park, across the Danube to the new business centre with high-rise apartments, ultra modern, and back again. Vienna is such a beautiful city. 

Back to the 1516 for beer, then back to hotel for 17:30, my knee sore.

I eventually decided we should eat at the GleisGarten and so we took a tram there(me first getting the direction wrong). 

It was, a good decision. It’s a food hall in a large shed, with various stalls for food and drink. It was very busy, a young crowd and yummy mummies. The food etc was great, but I over reached myself by ordering a Smoked short rib I was unable to finish. The drink was good too. 

We took an Uber back and I had my usual nightcap and bed for 22:15. 

 

Tuesday, 24 September

Weather grey today. I got an email from OBB stating that our train to Innsbruck from where we catch the train to Bologna has been cancelled. Boo. I got a 48 hr travel pass and after an expensive breakfast (€30) headed for the Hbf, the rain matching my mood.

Annie meanwhile went off to do the cultural things.

 

The ticket and info queue at the Hbf was horrific, so I decided to take another look at the app and found an acceptable alternative. So I took an Ubahn to the 1516 Brewpub. I bought some beer, booked the tickets, and as if in approval, a waft of malt and Hops washed over me: someone had opened the kettle. Joy. A message from Fergie, he and Pamela are off to Espagna demain.

 

Then to Mel’s Diner, staffed by a Texan, with an unTexan accent but who was very chatty. Annie, having said she would be joining me, didn’t. Instead, much later I got a message to say she was drinking wine with Jenny et al. I was not pleased. 

 

I decided to move to the Ammutsøn bar. On the way I passed an interesting Keller bar, and gave into temptation. Nice, atmospheric, nice chap, decent lager. My mood ameliorated, I arrived at the Ammutsøn

Later, Annie with Phil, Jenny and Oliver arrived who were very good company before Annie and I got a taxi back to the hotel, where I had a dinner of duck before the joy of stretching my leg out on cool sheets.

 

Monday, 23 September

Hot, as we headed for the airport in an Uber. Getting through to security, we were faced by the longest queue in the world. Fortunately, a member of staff took pity on the crips, and we were sent to the priority queue, where we ended up behind a disorganised family with endless weans in the security luggage area, endlessly repacking and generally fannying about. Finally we got through to the Business lounge for much needed alcohol.

Arriving at Vienna an Uber finally got us to our hotel, but we took ages to check in. 

 

After a period of recovery, I did a wine tasting, a’ we had dinner there. My Weiner Schnitzel was huge. 

After, 

 • Washing done

 

 • Transport ticket arranged 

 

 • pubs identified

Bed! 

 

Sunday, 22 September

After breakfast i booked a Ryanair flight to Vienna for tomorrow, after an OBB notice that the lines were blocked. Phew. 

 

We took a tram to the museum to see a Leonardo. We got lost in the warren of the museum, and despite Annie’s objections to walking we did a fair bit before achieving the grail (the Leonardo) . (No maps in the rooms.) A coffee in the cafe prepared us for the next step; a tram to the old ghetto area, and the Vistula. 

After trying to use the ticket machine on the tram, a passenger told me “Today is free”! 

 

Annie made a balls-up of getting off at the correct stop, so we crossed the Vistula and had to walk back. Actually a bonus from my POV, as I got great views of the river, and took plenty of images. 

So we arrived at Weźże Krafta where we sat outside with drinks and Annie left to go to the Ghetto museum (we were in the old Jewish quarter) and I to the Craftownia. When Annie arrived later, she was thraught (my latest portmanteau – thrawn and fraught). So I just drank some beer. 

 

On the way back to the hotel, I heard someone playing Auld Lang Syne. We went out for a lovely dinner at a nearby restaurant called Klimaty Południa. It was up a small lane and courtyard. Sublime food and surroundings. 

At the hotel, a nightcap solo. 

 Saturday, 21 September

Weary. So a late breakfast and lie down! Out eventually after 1pm.

We went to the station to find that apparently trains to Vienna are cancelled due to flooding. Disaster. We stumbled past a Canda shop(sent pic to Pamela) towards St Florian’s Gate where a seat and pix were taken, before moving “back” to House of Beer, where I had a couple, and finally to the hotel. There, we had some wine. Then some more, and finally an uninspiring dinner. Annie off at 19:40, me to the bar.

Krakow doesn’t inspire like the Baltics. Too touristy. Anyway, after wine, I couldn’t face going out for beer.

 

Decisions required tomorrow.. 

 

Friday, 20 September

Annie eating a banana at breakfast, most unusual. After breakfast, I leisurely packed etc, ready for 11:30 departure for the station. Our train was 12:30, and was from the nearest platform, 1. It left on time, and is another 730.

Confused about changing, as it’s badged as going to Kraków. Again, the 1st class is nice, but difficult to access for those with mobility issues.

However, the change went exactly as the @seat61 said. As I left the train, Annie handed my passport to me, which had fallen out of my satchel! Lifesaver. Then I went to the wrong end of the train. Annie justifiably unimpressed.

Anyway, we climbed into the correct coach and found our compartment, where we were (at that time) the sole occupiers. In another compartment, further down the carriage was a thin, solitary chap dressed in dark clothing, coming out at most stops for a look. We joked that he was a spy, more likely he too was a train buff. 

This train, the Hancza, has a restaurant car. I got a beer and some crisps to start. There’s no wine, but vodka. 

We crossed the border and stopped at Suwalki, to change locos and direction, and gain an hour as we moved to CET. Onwards to Warszawa and Kraków.

Pierogis? Keep them! Beer was OK and you can download an app to order at your seat. No wine though.

Racing through the night on a train in Central Europe, the conductor comes in to inspect tickets. One half expects him to demand “papers”. A lovely waning moon arose over the flat fields. Where are the Russian tanks? 

It’s that strange but fascinating feeling.

 

Another failure at home by Edinburgh.

 

We arrived in Kraków on time, but struggled a bit to get to an Uber pick-up point. Managed though, and got to the hotel OK, which seems very nice. Annie (it was her booking) had problems paying, but sorted in the end. By this time we were both fraught. She fled to bed, I to the pub.

After midnight at the House of Beer was quiet, then le déluge. I was the oldest by a long way. The night people coming out to play as I would normally be bedded. Anyway, my substantial thirst was quenched by a selection of 4 fine beers in an excellent bar, a few minutes walk from the hotel. 

Result (unlike Edinburgh). I left before closing whilst plenty still in the bar: bed for 01:30. Time enough to look at hotel and other facilities later today!

 

Thursday, 19 September

Looks like another scorcher.

I’ve transferred money from my accounts with my lost cards. No transactions made so despite the hotels saying they don’t have them, I suspect they’re there somewhere. All I’ve lost are my CHF.

 

Breakfast was the standard fare, and afterwards we headed around the town. I mad a mess about my Bus card, reporting its loss only to find it in my wallet after all! 

 

Bill Redmond over the moon with Celtic result in Europe – justified for once. 

 

Today, a visit to the KGB Museum on Jim Gardiner Wells recommendation, and it’s worth visiting, but deeply depressing. Repression never goes out of fashion.

 

After that, I needed a beer, so to the Dogma, where we sat outside in the warm sun; something that never gets boring to the pallid Scots. Annie went on Aperol Spritz. Oh dear! We also had very good sandwiches 

Then, a stroll to the beautiful town hall, where Annie was entranced by the spectacle of a wedding, Then, Annie to hotel, me to Spunka for 3 beers and also back to hotel. 

 

Later in the evening, wine and drumstick on my own before bed.

 Wednesday, 18 September 2024

Another summer’s day in autumn. Breakfast THEN shower etc idiocy 🙂

 

 

I’ve figured that I left my spare wallet in Tallinn. If they don’t have it I’m fully insured with Sentinel.

Meanwhile, off to explore Vilnius.

We walked to an Amber shop we’d identified yesterday, stopping of a a preselected pub on the way for a beer. However, the pavement was up and it was closed. So we walked to another wheel Annie bought some items, before strolling down to the cathedral square, and then to the confluence of the two rivers, snapping all the way. 

Eventually we took a trolleybus to the hotel. No day tickets here, except those with a Lithuanian phone, so it’s pay as you go. 

 

We went out for dinner, but before that stopped at Nisha Capital Craft pub where I sampled 4 whilst sitting out. Then, back to the first pub we stopped at earlier. It’s called the Meat Lovers Pub, so… It was fine. 

Back to the hotel for a nightcap, and we got talking to a Swedish woman with accent less English. Early night though. 

 

Tuesday, 17 September 2024

Another fine sunny and warm day. Breakfast beckoned, but I had insect bites from sitting out last night. Fortunately I’d packed cream.

 

So today we take the first train journey of the trip, to Vilnius, our last Baltic country.

But first, after checking out, we went to the terrace to sit in the baking sun with a beer.

 

Then I walked to Alberta St to see the famous Art Deco buildings, finishing up with a pint at Buberts before returning to the hotel to pick up Annie and travel to the station.

 

Today, navigating to the platform was stress free, and we waited in the sun for about ½ hour for the train to come. It’s a 3-car DMU, PESA 730M. First class was surprisingly busy, so the service has the hallmarks of popularity; a good thing.

 

We departed on time, and soon the attendant was along to offer water or coffee, followed by hot and cold snacks. A ham sandwich went down well (no booze). It took about an hour to cross into Lithuania, along the Great European Plain. The skies remained cloudless, and I was grateful for the aircon.

 

The line is mostly single, and there are many signs of an electrification process. 

We Ubered to our Novotel which was OK, had a late dinner there and some Pinot Noir and bed. 

 

I discovered my wallet withSspare cards and CHF mislaid, Farecard, BoS Debit, Revolut, Healthcare card. Bugger. I sent emails to the 3 hotels. 

Monday, 16 September 2024

Good shower in a good hotel. I forgot to mention that the bed is the biggest I’ve slept in. I was tempted to order a Roman orgy… 

I updated our rail booking for tomorrow and had a satisfying breakfast, before we went for a Hoponoff bus, on a glorious day.

It was a good one, crossing the tidal Daugava River, passing the new National Library, with a railway museum next door, and some lovely buildings. Riga is another beautiful city. 

 

We went round a second time, got off at the lovely cathedral and walked to the Freedom statue. Very impressed at a small independent nation’s achievements.

We decided to get a transport Day ticket, which ended up as a débacle with me hot & sweaty as I negotiated a huge mall in which the station is situated, before finding a seller. 

So we travelled 1 stop to a pub called My Beers. I was unimpressed, and we moved to Craft Distiller which was better, then Bolted to hotel, having used the Day ticket once! We had a Prosecco in hotel before heading to Riviera, a Michelin restaurant close to the hotel for dinner on terrace. Too many weans, but…

Loads of photos and still a hot summer’s day

Back for drinks outside the hotel terrace. Lovely. Two ex GIs talking about Afghanistan at bar! Annie off to bed. Bed for 10.

 Sunday, 15 September 2024
Cooler today, and still overcast, as we took a taxi to the coach station for 10:30. Our driver Sergei, was pleasantly informative about Talinn and Riga. Getting on board the bus was simple enough. The (woman) driver wanted our passports as well as tickets. Off on time for the 4+ hour trip.
Impressions of Tallinn: it’s reinvented itself, using a mix of clever new Scandic design, and reusing past buildings, seamlessly. We loved it.

Our driver, Swetlana, made the usual announcements in 3 languages. There was a driver change at border with Latvia, but no passport check. Otherwise fairly tedious. The Bergen to Stavanger bus spoiled me.

There were plenty of Soviet-style apartment blocks on the approach to Riga. Arriving at the bus station, the taxi signs were non-existent, but we eventually got one to the hotel.
The architecture seems very different to Tallinn: much less developed, and less homogeneous, thus less attractive. However, tomorrow may paint a different picture.

Across from the hotel was the Museum of Beer. It’s a pub, with a good selection of beers, and did food, so we ate and drank there, going back to the hotel for wine. Well, I did, Annie left me to it.

Saturday, 14 September 2024

After breakfast, today’s first stop was the Kumu art museum.

Again, an education, although the first exhibition, of Yevgeny Zolotko’s work impressed neither of us. The rest however was very interesting, integrating sociopoitical and historical themes into the displays.

We took over 2 hours there, including a coffee. It’s a great building too, well designed.

Then, an Uber to Puhjaste, the new Brewpub that’s taken over from Brewdog. A fine place, it’s a former grain store with the hoppers still hanging. It’s in a lovely passage-way, full of trendy businesses recovered from an industrial past. The barman was from Dorset. After a few beers, we Ubered (?) to restaurant where Annie chatted outside to two hot Finnish nurses, whilst I negotiated a table. 

We managed to get a table. A sublime dinner, back to the hotel in the middle of heavy rain for 19:15. Annie to room, me for another wine as too early for bed. Hammering down! Wondering about the weather warnings for Poland and Switzerland. Thunder later. 

 

COYR! 

 Friday, 13 September 2024
Black Friday, and it’s raining.

We used our bus pass to the Maritime Museum, which was in an old large gatehouse, repurposed excellently. The highlight of many was a rediscovered and restored Cog, hanging from the ceiling. The exhibits are in chronological order, starting with the earliest at basement level, to the modern day on the 4th. The other highlight is a roof terrace on the 5th, providing superb 360° views. Many pictures taken! After a very nice coffee in the cafe, we walked up Piik St, the Royal Mile equivalent. It has lovely architecture. We arrived at the main square to find thd Beer House still closed, so a beer in Mikeller before taking the bus to Pohjala Brewery, where we (well me) had a fab time. We ate there too, Texan BBQ style. Stuffed, we got a bus back to the hotel, no trams today. No other food needed. We sat beside a nice couple, she Latvian with English, he German without, so probably an Ossie. They were drinking Schwartzbier. Another good day, if damp. Bed before 9! My left knee is suffering after a lot of walking.

Thursday, 12 September 2024
Left after breakfast in plenty of time to arrive at the ferry terminal. However, the traffic was horrendous! Still OK for time though. Our ferry was the Viking XPRS, the flagship of the fleet. A “bit” bigger than the Isle of Lewis, with multiple bars, restaurants and even a casino. There are loads of large ro-ros around, flitting to and fro. Tallinn port has about 10 million pax per year, about 3 times that of the airport (which is nearer the centre than the port).

We arrived pretty much on schedule, got an expensive taxi and checked in. The hotel is a basic Accor, not as good as yesterday’s, but fine enough and much cheaper.
After the usual getting used to the rooms, we took an Uber to the tourist centre, where I bought a couple of 24hour travel passes. There is a Mikeller bar next door, so of course I took advantage of it, having a couple of flights whilst sitting outside people – watching. Annie was complimented by a Nisei, she was like a dug with twa tails.

After, we ended up in a superb restaurant, the dinner plus wine around £100, so we will probably return on Saturday. Then back to the hôtel and rooms for 21:00, after nightcaps.

Wednesday, 11 September 2024
After a good breakfast we took a tram to the Design Museum. This was fantastic, and although not a large building, very informative. I learnt a lot about Finnish design. We had a coffee in the cafe, and then took a tram tour using the HSL app, cost 9€. After, we stopped off at the Helsinki Brygerri, which beer wise was disappointing, but we did have chicken wings and chips, which we totally overorrdered.

After a period of digestion, we took another tram to a dockside near the One Pint Pub, which was much more the thing. I had a flight of 5 beers ; most enjoyable! A delightful Finnish couple sat beside us and we had an interesting chat. The man spoke good English, the woman more uncertain (she was actually Dutch). We were stiil stuffed with wings, so our planned dinner was a no. We took an Uber to the hotel for several nightcaps. And I had a sandwich. Bed before 10, and a great first day.

Tuesday, 10 September 2024

Up early. And Annie noticed what appears to be water dropping from the extractor in the bathroom. I hope it isn’t a leak! I’ll ask Bill to keep an eye on it. (It disappeared later, so wtf.)

And I was able to book seats for the Mockava – Cracow train, due to a site upgrade. So, all ready to go.

First, a farewell to Teuchter’s. Bill joined me for a couple before I returned to take a tram to EDI. After the trek through the system, we arrived at the Fever-Tree bar about 16:30. Fizz and a charcuterie platter, with balsamic onions, a new thing to me. Our Plane currently 25 minutes late, and ended up 35 late. Not a huge problem.

It was a long trek to arrivals though, and I was grateful we’d booked a hotel transfer. We arrived there after midnight. I had a beer, Annie fled for her bed.

Tuesday, 10 September 2024

Up early. And Annie noticed what appears to be water dropping from the extractor in the bathroom. I hope it isn’t a leak! I’ll ask Bill to keep an eye on it. (It disappeared later, so wtf.)

And I was able to book seats for the Mockava – Cracow train, due to a site upgrade. So, all ready to go.

First, a farewell to Teuchter’s. Bill joined me for a couple before I returned to take a tram to EDI. After the trek through the system, we arrived at the Fever-Tree bar about 16:30. Fizz and a charcuterie platter, with balsamic onions, a new thing to me. Our Plane currently 25 minutes late, and ended up 35 late. Not a huge problem.

It was a long trek to arrivals though, and I was grateful we’d booked a hotel transfer. We arrived there after midnight. I had a beer, Annie fled for her bed.

Monday, 09 September 2024

Cold weather arriving tomorrow, as we fly to warm Helsinki! No haar today though.

I parked my car at Bill’s, and transferred cash to my travel accounts. I went to online check-in only to find that the seats I’s paid for had been changed.  Not happy, I phoned Finnair and was told that an aircraft change meant my selected seats were now in Business Class, hence the change.  After we arrive, I’ll seek a refund.

 

After Annie arrived, we went over to the Redmonds for drinks (yes, several of Anne’s lethal dry martinis, but didn’t get drunk!)  I admired their lovely new sofa, which has drink holders, compartments his ‘n’ hers recliners etc etc.

We got talking about Dick (in connection with our travels), then Annie said she had a Dick story, so I quipped it was as well it wasn’t a Dick pic.

 

We headed for a fine dinner at Domenico’s, which neither of us could finish!  Home  and bed for 21:30 zzz

Sunday, 08 September 2024

Drizzly, dreich, for the last shop prior to leaving these shores.

Clothes etc selected for packing tomorrow.

I am leaving my car at the Redmonds tomorrow morning, to allow Annie my space whilst we’re away. So I took it out for a run this afternoon to ensure the battery is at peak. I went to the Air Museum and a coffee at Fenton Barns, where Liz loved to go, as it has numerous small shops. Memories, and mixed emotions.

 

Home for 4, swift insertion of meat in oven, then to the Shore and joined by Bill. Far too much, home for 19:45…

Saturday, 07 September 2024

Today is Liz’s 70th birthday. I had messages from Liz C and Pamela. Touched.

The haar is not as dense as yesterday, I hope it breaks up.

I was summoned to the Malt and Hops by the Fortunae, and finally finally a smidgen of sun. The sisters were going to the Bowlers for a leaving do. I went up to do a survey on the Mash Tun, only to find it closed.  I ended up in the Persevere for a toilet stop and Ossian.

The sun waxed well, so I put a  washing out, curry ordered, that’s me done.

But the sun didn’t last long.

Friday, 06 September 2024

Haar…

To Teuchter’s where Bruce was early with Bill after meeting Jim Woodhead.  Lawrance OTOH was late.

I fixed parking with Bill. George had called, he’s not too great.

An Italian couple who come in for the rugby were in, I hadn’t seen them for a while.  I told them where I was going, and they waxed lyrical about Bologna food.

Leaving, Bill and I saw a Wedding party, then passing the Shore and Ship, more parties there.  Quickie in the Malt, and no sunshine until 4pm.

A good result for Scotland’s women against Wales.

Lee, a new film about Lee Miller, starts 13^th September, hopefully it’s still on when I get back; I’m a great admirer.

Thursday, 05 September 2024

I was trying to close an RBS ISA online.  Impossible! In the end, I went to the bank, which is closing next month!  It’s the first time I’ve been in a branch for years.  Anyway, a lassie did the bizzo.

Then, uptown for the holiday haircut, and a beer in Bennett’s.  I ran into a Yank couple,

Trevor and Veronica from Florida.  A very pleasant couple, into  Fine Dining.

It started raining, and I and missed the first bus so went back for another beer.  Off the 16, I popped into the Malt and had a blether with Julian, who is looking for new jobs.

 

Later, another exercise in self-immolation by Scotland’s male football team.

Bad news about Scott Hastings’ wife.

Wednesday, 04 September 2024

Time to put awa the shorts and tees, methinks. Six days before I flee these shores; by the time I return there will have been a decisive weather change, and time to put the electric blanket back on the bed, with the winter duvet!

Later however, a glorious afternoon.  Bill and Mark went to watch the Scotland cricket match. I still went to the Shore, and chatted to the staff.  

Danny had been to Falkland, and was raving about it. I’ve never been.  I had as much wine as I would have had with Bill. Bad. Lovely afternoon nonetheless

Poured myself a Chardonnay at home 19:15: a mistake.

Monday, 02 September 2024

“A grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.” But the promised downpours did not arrive.

Ironing and bits and pieces.

Sunday, 01 September 2024

And so we enter Autumn, with a Yellow warning of thunderstorms! Grey but dry, in the event. A slow day, with another call from Kenny, he sees his stroke nurse tomorrow.

Saturday, 31 August 2024

A glorious morning, if chilly.  Frosts in the glens! A quiet day in prospect, given that bad influence, Justice, is away.

However, after lunch, a message from the Aitkens. They were heading to Teuchter’s.

So I went over, and the place was heaving, with no seats free outside.  Our usual rugby table was however free, and I secured it, in time for Nigel and Tash to come in and join me.  The Boks-Blacks game was on so we started watching it.

The Aitkens finally left the Ocean Mist and deigned to join us (Jim had been expecting me to go there). Graham and Lynn were also with them.  Then Bill came in!

The Aitkens lunched, the rest of us watched the brutal game, and then we chatted.

A  great result for the Boks but they had some very noisy supporters in the bar!

Afterwards we went our ways, The Aitkens came along to the Shore, ostensible to get a tram..  Which after a few drinks outside, they got. Fabulous  weather, I was home for 19:30, not the day I had thought of…. A good day to finish summer with.

Friday, 30 August 2024

To Teuchter’s, Bill, Bruce and Lawrance present, and an early finish.

Thursday, 29 August 2024

Not as lovely as yesterday to start, but a busy day in front of me.

BandQ Boots, and I successfully finally fixed the washing machine and took much effort in putting it back in its slot.

I printed out all the paperwork for Europe Extravaganza, and relaxed

A Kenny call.  He’s not currently weaving (waiting for thread). His incipient cataracts, like mine, show no change worthy of attention.

Wednesday, 28 August 2024

A glorious warm sunny morning, as I headed out for what was a short shop.

I ordered a (hopefully) final part for the washing machine from B&Q, and will pick it up tomorrow (as well as a wire brush per Fergie).

The last Wednesday for some time, with Bill at the Shore. Talking piss and a surprising amount of soccer! 2 1/2 bottles…

Tuesday, 27 August 2024

Humid…

I did a washing, and a Hamburg hotel booked, AND my Minatur Wunderland experience in Hamburg, as it’s always busy.

Teuchter’s won Best Drinks Offering at Scotland’s Bar awards.

Monday, 26 August 2024

To the Guildford to meet Bruce and Bill prior to Fergie’s train home. No call from Dr J, Bruce pointed out it was a bank holiday. We had 3 beers and relaxed.

But then she called, very pleased with bloods. So we all went our ways.

I had my Saturday curry tonight.

Sunday, 25 August 2024

Shopping as per, followed by wrestling with the washing machine to replace the wiring harness.  I discovered it was beyond my technical skills, as the harness wound its way well within the works.

I had a prescription to pick up so we walked to Boots OT only to find the pharmacy bit  closed! He went up town, I to the Malt and Hops. Rain arrived.

We had an early dinner and then went up to the Playhouse for my final festival frolic: the Grit Orchestra.

We were sufficiently early to manage a glass of white at the Little Picardy, which used to be the Habana, but a few months ago was taken over by the theatre.  Anyway, it’s very pleasant, reasonable prices and very pleasant staff.

Into the auditorium then, for the show.  It was everything I’d expected, a superb musical experience, not all Martyn Bennett’s stuff but all bore the influence.  Karen Matheson was one of the vocalists. A most enjoyable 2 hours, and given the standing ovations, everyone agreed.

After, we reprised our visit to the Picardy, where we got chatting to Sam, who was one of the theatre staff, snd had an interesting amount of info on the venue.  A great night out, then homewards.

Saturday, 24 August 2024

I took the Scotts to Waverley, Fergie stayed to see Pamela off home, then back up to meet him and go to Valvona and Crolla, initially for food, which I didn’t get, and then for a coffee.  But the coffee bar was stowed so we  walked down to another one followed by a quick venture into the Windsor. A mistake, full of Hibbees.  I’d forgotten it was game day.  Then I had a bad pint.

I’d contracted to meet the Gibsons at the Pleasance, and we got a bus thereto. It was heaving, no seats, and the Gibsons broke 3pm contract!

But all was OK in the end; they came out of their show (Tom J, Isla and Paula), and we actualy secured a table, and had some drinks.  Isla started running around with some children belonging to an adjacent table, at which a couple were sitting, the female of which Tom recognised as an actress, and the male had Paula all hot and bothered.  Needless to say, I didn’t recognise them, but they were very pleasant, in the Pleasance.

We walked up to the High St, and then went our separate ways.

Steak for dinner, followed by Vienna Blood.

Friday, 23 August 2024

A visit to Printworks; my first for some time.  Fergie and I had cheesecake; massive portions, I was well stuffed afterwards.  A wee visit to the Malt and Teuchter’s, before coming home for dinner.

Thursday, 22 August 2024

I went up to pick up the Scotts from Waverley.

After settling in, we took a tram and Fergie and I went to the Abbotsford, whilst Pamela went shopping; a reasonable trade-off.  Indeed, she bought me some groceries in MandS!

I’ve made a mistake about Pamela’s departure; it’s Saturday, not Sunday.

They took me out to dinner at the Shore,  next to an Italian couple deeply unimpressed with our weather.  This did not spoil our dinner though.  And on top of that they’d brought me a birthday present of a  Scotland Training top, very nice.

A late night, much music.

Wednesday, 21 August 2024

Fergie and Pamela tomorrow. So, shopping and chill.

I watched Joseph Stiglitz on TV (from last night), chaired by Andrew Wilson, my last book festival event of the year. Interesting, informative, but not really stuff I didn’t know before.

I read an Economist article on Gaza. Truly depressing.

Then another washing (the machine hanging together), put it out on the balcony until the wind got up. It’s getting noisy out there.

Tuesday, 20 August 2024

One of my random night thoughts: is Oh Come All ye Faithful anti semitic…

 

A message from Liz, John’s cataract op has gone well and she’s away to pick him up.

After lunch, I started on the WM door.  The screws were different to anything I’ve seen. I went to B&Q, and it seems I needed a Torx driver, of which I’ve never heard.  Then I bought the wrong size! Eventually I got the right one and I was able to get the fitting off and took a look at it.  The problem was actually with the wiring harness, and I need another part!  However, It’s still a hell of a lot cheaper than the alternatives, and meanwhile, I have actually got the thing to work, pro tem, sort of. It’s still got a red warning light but hopefully it’ll last until the replacement wiring arrives.

Then I broke a serving dish.  It’s not been a good day.

I’ve decided not to go to my final book festival event this evening, I’m far from in the mood for it! Instead, I watched Vienna Blood.

The nights are drawing in.

Monday, 19 August 2024

First order of the day after breakfast was to reserve train seats for Riga to Vilnius.  (A number of reservations open only 30 days before departure.)

Contrary to expectation, when I left for my first event today, the weather was warm, calm and dry, if overcast. I don’t expect that later. The transit was easy today, in fact the bus arrived early.

New venue  T, today. It’s quite large, but no cambered seating. First, Karl Ove Knausgard: his book Written in the Stars is about a fellow-countryman not too dissimilar from himself.  He’s obviously an interesting chap, and of all the events I’ve been to, his book is the only one I’ve been tempted to buy.

I ahd a beer in Sandy Bell’s before departing for my next event, Billy Kay, and the rain started.

Very interesting; it was a two-hander, with Kay reading from his book (Born in Kyle) which is a memoir of childhood, and the singer Robyn Stapleton, who sang songs referred to in the book.  Mostly Burns of course. It wis aa in the Scots leid, sae whit ither fowk made of it I dinna ken. It wis braw, though.

Nae hinging aboot after, got a 35 immediately, home just after 6. My washing machine part had arrived.

Sunday, 18 August 2024

An early start on a grey day. After breakfast I headed off to the Book Festival for a 10:30 event with Jennifer Saint: Mythical Women; in this case, Hera. It will be interesting to compare her with Pat Barker, whose Trojan series about Briseis I’ve so enjoyed.

Waiting for the 35, the Redmonds and Graham Hooper came along, looking for somewhere to have breakfast. The bus arriving from OT already had quite a few people on, and shortly it was standing only, along with quite a lot of young children. Only at the Bridges did the numbers start thinning out with quite a lot getting off at my stop.

It’s more an early spring day today, cool, blustery  but plenty sun.

A new venue today, the NW ((whatever that stands for), within the main building.  (Yes, it stands for the obvious : North West.)

The book is written from a certain feminist perspective, placing Hera as a wronged woman(despite her goddess-ness). The classical Greek writers were all male of course, excepting Sappho, and I don’t think she commented on the Gods, so the comments on a patriarchy are reasonable.  Also, the “top gods” are all male. The female ones however, are all within a nurturing role, even Hera to a certain extent. (The key work here of course is Hesiod’s Theogeny.)

To my question on whether or not she’d see the Star Trek (OS) about the gods, she said she hadn’t (the episode is ”Who Mourns for Adonais?”).  An enjoyable event, but I wasn’t tempted to buy the book.

I got a 35 quite quickly, and went to Sainsbury to shop, before joining the coven at the Malt.

Liz and John H arrived with my birthday present(s) and stayed for a while, before Geoff arrived.

I left at 16:15 shortly after the Hintons.

After putting the dinner on, a swiftie in the Shore.

Saturday, 17 August 2024

Still can’t get over yesterday.

I decided against Richard Holloway, and passed the ticket to Bill.

I went over to the Malt later. Alan, Elaine and Brian (from Cupar) were in and I didn’t stay too long. No pop-ins on way home.

Friday, 16 August 2024

Friday, 16 August 2024

Trying not to be too depressed at turning seventy (it looks less intimidating written, than numbered, imho). Plus, soixante-neuf can be said with a leer, whilst soixante-dix is just sad.

John Hinton’s cataract op today, hope it goes well. (Later, he replied to my good wishes saying it was on Tuesday!)

A birthday call from Fergie; he’s relatively happy with the Don’s deal. 

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t touched by the birthday cards, and messages…

I got a WhatsApp call from Issie Astbury, and Paul was there too.  He looks pretty good, especially considering he’s just had a major spinal op to remove a crumbling vertebra. Their granddaughter Brooklyn mad a brief appearance to add piquancy and noise. Nice.

A plan for the day is assembling vaguely in my mind, not affected by the lack of sunshine. It’s supposed to be dry.

Later in the morning, the door phone went, saying there was a delivery.  It turned out to be the Redmonds, with a card and bottle. They stayed for a glass, and when I poured the chilled white from the fridge, it transpired it was in fact red!  However, it tasted fine.  They didn’t stay as they were off to meet a friend off the train at Waverley. And the sun started making an occasional appearance.

After lunch, I stopped off at the Malt and Hops at Alan’s behest, where I found him and Lawrence. They each bought me a beer, as did Mikey the barman. Unfortunate, as I missed my planned bus and when I went for a tram, discovered I’d left my bus pass in another jacket.

Anyway, a dash home, retrieval of pass and a  tram got me to my planned show in time. The show, She Burns, is held at a room in the Johnnie Walker Experience (former Frasers) at the east end of Princes St. It’s a 4-hander of women singing about Robert Burns, with a focus on the women in his life.  It was most enjoyable, with the women calling themselves witches, and a coven, which is doubtless why Julie recommended it to me, given the link with the Malt.

After that, it was off to Ryrie’s to meet the Redmonds.

Well, when I walked in the door, I was astounded and bemused to find Paula and Annie there!  Bill and Anne had organised a surprise party.  I was certainly surprised, and humbled, as well as totally fooled!

Then along came the Hintons, the Sievwrights. And Mark R.  Bill said they’d booked Ignite, which was ironic as I’d planned to go there after meeting the Redmonds.  After a few beers, we arrived there to be greeted by Tom jnr Alison and Isla, and proceeded to have a lovely meal.

A mixture of joy and gratitude.

Some time later, we all went our separate ways. Annie had driven down and drove back, a heroic effort. The Redmonds and I took a tram down to the Port of Leith for a nightcap. No ale, so I had a ½ of Beavertown Gamma Ray.  We were joined by the Redmonds pal Graham, who is up from London for the festival. Also in the pub were Natalie behind bar, Alan Massie, Kenny and the Moans. A whisky arrived from Kenny, but it was beyond be.  I took a tram home and a welcome bed, after an unexpectedly lovely day. (See Gallery)

Thursday, 15 August 2024

Bloods and Seaths, so far, no rain.

Julie messaged me about an event she was at, at the Johnnie Walker place, called She Burns.  4 women and Rabbie.  She was very impressed, and I do have a window tomorrow, before I meet the Redmonds at Ryrie’s…

On the way up to the GP, I saw a snail trying to cross the road.  On the way back (BP fine) it hadn’t moved much so I placed it on damp ground.  Will there be a third animal rescue? And a call from Liz, John goes in for a cataract op tomorrow. Hope all goes well.

I avoided the promised downpours and had a late breakfast.

Then, as I was about to leave for the Abbotsford, the heavens opened. Joy. The heavy stuff passed quickly and I gambled on staying with my summer clothes, which I regretted whilst I waited at a damp  gusty autumnal stop. Even at my stop the tram was very busy. And of those joining, only one had taken my gamble.

An amusing sign at Omni about ostensibly male mental health, was in fact an advert for male underwear called Wonderbro, doubtless a deliberate reference to WonderBra.

I was 10 late for the Seaths, who were in fine form. Stevie still alas a Tennents drinker, but he did buy me a birthday lunch. Margaret ageless as ever (as is Stevie tbf). I hate them both.

The first two pints I had were off, and I had to send them back. Honest! The best was 71 Halo, the problem being it was 5%. A very enjoyable afternoon.

The Seaths left to go for their train, unwilling to accept my assurance it was more than 20 minutes late. They’d brought a card, which Stevie insisted I open.  Within in it, was the famous Stewart House Tenner. Briefly,  when we were relatively poor workies, we used to borrow a tenner off each other, which became the aforementioned sobriquet. It was both hilarious and moving,  bringing back many happy memories. So thank you.

Foolishly, I had another 71. I moved to the bar, where I heard the amusing exchange between a customer requesting a sweet mix with a whisky, and the barman who said, “We don’t do cocktails, we are a simple bar”

When I left, it  was clear my gamble had paid off. The sun was out. However, the tram was so busy I had to stand for a few stops. Home for 5:45.

Big sale for the Dons. 

Wednesday, 14 August 2024

A pleasant morning for the shops.  Welch’s had herring so I bought some.  Salt or fresh?

Another two cruise ships in port today, one again away from the usual berth (Azamara Quest). It seems the first was not a one-off as stated. Possibly Edinburgh is getting over cruised now.  If so, it couldn’t be a worse time for the infrastructure.

An email from the factor; it transpires this expensive work is likely not going to be needed after all.  Phew.

 

Today’s event: Jeremy Bowen: Making the Middle East. After arranging to meet Bill earlier than usual, I discovered it was an online event, therefore no travel required.

And thus, the Shore outside, joined by Mike as the sun beat down on us, and the world (tourists and cars) passed by with differing levels of noise.  The Redmonds have had a triad of misfortunes: first their small TV broke (that was a couple of weeks ago) then their main TV, and finally their iron.  My washing machine issue seemed quite trivial. Then, Bill off to party on their decking with some neighbours, Mike homeward as he has COPD and can’t stay too long.  I reminded him that my cousin Tom was 90. Curiously, it didn’t help. Great craic nevertheless, covering the political spectrum (too much about the USA for my taste). They are more optimistic about the future than I.

Home to find, among cards I did not open, a copy letter from my Liver consultant arrived. Usual meh, but nothing out of the way.

Jeremy Bowen has put on the beef. His interviewer was another bright and beautiful woman I’ve never hear of; Hind Hassan. Like Yuan the other day, she’d come to the UK as a child, but is of Arabic origin.

An excellent event, but nothing about the future. It wasn’t long enough, and more a romp around what Bowen has covered over the years; conflicts, many and bloody. His book: The Making of the Modern Middle East.

 

Watching TV after dinner when a pigeon flew into a window. I went out to find it standing on the sill, stunned. I picked up, and soothed it, and after a few minutes set it down, whereupon it scuttled next door. I think it was chased, perhaps a hawk? And I have discovered I’m allergic to pigeons. Anyway, my neighbour came out and it flew, away, so a happy ending.

I must remember not to eat anything before bloods tomorrow.  And after that, the Seaths at the Abbotsford.

Tuesday, 13 August 2024

Annie’s birthday. It’s greyer, wetter, cooler. The bus up to today’s event not too bad, I got a later one and was still in plenty of time, thus avoiding temptation for drink.. I was offered an Access seat just as the rain got heavier… Thus works the Stick of Power!

Rickie Demarco (or Rico, as he said) is a force of nature. At 94, still.  Neither Roddy Martine nor the Chair got much of a say. He’s quite bitter about the lack of a building dedicated to the history of the EIF, and his archive. No time for the luvvies in charge, which was amusing.

Despite a swift pint in Sandy Bell’s, I was in time for my Specsavers appointment .  No problems or changes with my eyes, apart from an increase in cataract encroachment in the left eye.

Monday, 12 August 2024

Thunder and rain, as I lay in bed. Interestingly and unusually, I heard an aeroplane fly overhead, and when I looked at Flightradar it’s clear that a bit of storm-cell dodging is going on, with a number of ‘planes routed differently on approach and departure.

I arranged bloods for Thursday. Then up to the Festival for my second event, Yuan Yuag talking about China.  The journey was stress-free, and dry. I was not in the mood for a Sauvblanc, but I went over to the Speigeltent. This iteration is event-only, a disappointment.

Anyway, my event was as well-attended as yesterday’s, And as interesting. I didn’t know of this woman before.  Not untypically, she came to the UK as a child with immigrant parents, from Sichuan province.  A journalist with both the Economist and the FT, she just got elected as a Labour MP. Bright, bright. Again, the theme was socio-political change.  Whilst Africa has a wide number of countries and polities, even if there are far too many str0nfgmen, China of course has Xi.  Her book follows the lives of 4 women, who are disguised for obvious reasons.  They are not typical, as most of China and Chinese is rural, and frequently backward.  But nevertheless…

In hindsight, the rain jacket was a bad idea: I was sweltering. On the way home, ESF (Edinburgh Street Food, beside the Omni) for my first visit, for relief.  A couple of pleasant snacks, and a beer, then home with no other stops; temptation avoided.

Fergie picked up my pill-dispenser.

Sunday, 11 August 2024

The bloody washing machine has broken. (I had spilled red wine on my top, soaked overnight and put on a wash.  It failed at the end.)

After breakfast, I saw Graham off on the airport tram and went to pick up a prescription.

I looked at the WM issue. It seems to me that it’s a door lock problem. I think I can fix it by ordering a spare part and DIY. IF so, I’ll save ££££££.

I took a 35 up to the new Book Festival venue for my first event of this year. Traffic chaos, blood pressure elevated!!!

The new venue is a definite improvement.  For one thing, mush more outdoor space, not unlike the Charlotte Sq. days. Grass even. And wine👍

So, Zeinab Badawi in the Courtyard Theatre, an outside one, which seats around 200, in a narrow-wide format. Sell-out crowd. Hot though.

An excellent event;  the interlocuter Fiammetta Rocco, was interesting: a Kenyan colonial background and  Zeinab from Sudan (I’d thought of her as coming from Pakistan). The festival theme is the future, so this was speaking about the future of Africa mostly socio-politically.

Afterwards, I pooped into Sandy Bells (which is next to the bus stop,  followed by too much in Malt, speaking to  Julian.  A woman recognised that we were speaking Gaelic, and asked us about it as her sone (a young adult now) had been to Taobh na Pairce.  I went over to speak to the family, on of whom was Samoan!

Home for 21:30, late dinner!

Saturday, 10 August 2024

Prepped house for Graham. A call from Fergie, he’s obviously still with us as I’d been trying to contact him for a couple of days. I asked him to pick up my pill dispenser which I left behind in the Park Inn. Ditto a call from Kenny. I went to Boots and Market followed by the Malt and Hops for a chat with Justice.

On the way home, a wee duck into the Shore where I found Mike from across the water.  

Sunny and gusty, and home.

A call from Graham shortly thereafter, he was in  the Shore! I joined him before heading home for dinner.

And he’s stayed with me before which I don’t remember. Embarrassing.

Friday, 09 August 2024

A message from Liz, Katie has had a baby daughter, Ella.

I watched a Sky Arts “Discovering” on Michelle Yeoh.  She is gorgeous of course, but also a strong woman (in all senses).  I was impressed with her in “Crouching…” but can you imagine anyone else playing Aung San Suu Kyi?

 On my way up the town, I stopped at Teuchter’s to meet  Bill and Bruce.  I wasn’t drinking, but John handed me over a  mispoured pint of Jarl.  Bill struggled with “mispour”; he didn’t understand it.  Funny how a new word can cause problems.

I missed my 16 to Cloisters, ended up on a 34 which took forever, meaning I was about ½ hour late to meet the Aitkens.  Anyway, so far, so dry.

Gregor was in good form at the bar, and I had an  enjoyable few beers and chat with Jim and Frances. Charlie (CAMRA) and pals sat next to us; it took a while for him to notice!.  Then Stuart Campbell came by and sat with us until we left for Bennett’s, where the barmaid from Blazer whose name I forget was on. Beers there all went off at same time! A very good afternoon blether as always with the Aitkens.

Got the 16 down and the rain began. Traffic horrific again.

Thursday, 08 August 2024

A light breakfast (no coffee allowed) and bus to the hospital. I hadn’t appreciated quite how far out it is. It’s a wee walk from the bus stop and it’s bloody big! At least it was dry.

They took 4 goes to get a cannula in, my veins are shot. The whole thing was done and dusted by 10:45. No nasty after-effects, report goes to cardiology in about 3 weeks.

 

Nice wee bus trips there and back. A lot of derelict land around, but some nice views also.

BAE Systems poking through, along with the top of one of the new frigates.

I resisted the temptation to stop off at the Three Judges, et al. The forecast is poor later anyway.

I just missed a train, so popped into Dow’s and MandS food for supplies, got the train and tram from Haymarket, and home for 14:40, avoiding any wet weather (and tourists).

I got an email from the Book Festival explaining the new venue(s).  Interesting.

Wednesday, 07 August 2024

After breakfast, shopping.  PM, off to Glasgow for my angiogram tomorrow. Rain jacket too, given the forecast. There were a lot of dark clouds to the North, better to the South. We’ll see.Arriving in Glasgow, there was a shower in the short distance from the station to the hotel.

After checking in, I went to Rab Ha’s for one poor Jarl and both beers went off. A good bit of banter with a couple of local Tennents drinkers! Then to Blackfriars to check, which was OK and improved from my previous visit, followed by Babbity Bowster, where the Sunshine in Keith was merely OK. Ah, Glasgow…

An email from the factor  with bad news on the flat front. Expensive works possibly needed.

 

And my restaurant decision, after much indecision, was the Atlantic Brasserie. I’ve been before and have liked it.

Gambas flambées and Sauv  Blanc  to start, Poitrine to follow with a Pinot.

It’s busy. Service is swift, and I splattered the prawn sauce. Still, a spoon supplied to assist.

 

With Accor, no room upgrade but a free drink. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I don’t normally have a drink, so prefer the room. However, after returning from dinner, a wee nightcap went well.

Tuesday, 06 August 2024

The cheek of that nazi fuckwit Musk!  He obviously supports these knuckle-draggers in England.  Let’s hope they get their just desserts.

A wee session on the bike, before a call from Dr D to check up on the knee.  Quite happy.  To think about left knee before Europe.

Monday, 05 August 2024

Hot, almost tropical with humidity as I went to Sainsbury. For the rest, nothing.

Good result for the Dons though, first league game, and away.

Sunday, 04 August 2024

After breakfast (buffet today), I found an excellent article by William Keegan in the Observer.

A call from Ron B; he would not be joining us at the Grill.  Early, I went to the Stag, only to find all cask off! I nursed a ½ of fierce until opening time and crossed over to the Grill, where Fergie joined me.  Just the two, and I left Fergie there, in plenty of time for my train, which left on time.

Lots of people got on at Stonehaven.  The train busy throughout in fact. We arrived Haymarket 2 minutes early, I hopped on a tram and home before 17hrs.

A Curry ordered; not my usual Sunday fare.

Disaster for Hibs, and light rain started.

Early bed I think.

Saturday, 03 August 2024

A decent breakfast, waiter served surprisingly.

 

I met Fergie and Pamela for coffee at Michie’s at midday.  Land syne I was there.

I’d considered a curry for lunch, but instead went into the Stag, where Chris Simmonds blanked me! A couple in the Grill and back to the hotel via the Co-op.

 

Later, I got the bus to the Abergeldie Bowling Club.  I’d forgotten the dress code for Aberdonians on Saturday night: scanty.

Arriving at eight, I was just in time for the group photo. Damn. A great night, well attended, and I knew plenty of people.  I sat with Annie, Jenny, Phil, Cwti and Andrew.  The booze was ridiculously cheap.  Fortunately.  I ended up dancing!

At 23:30 no buses.  Poor. I walked back to the hotel, arriving after midnight, sweaty and shattered. No rain; thank god for aircon.

Friday, 02 August 2024

Up early, and got ready to leave.

For once I took the bus to Waverley, rather than the tram to Haymarket. A pleasant day, but some rain forecast in the course of the weekend, so I have packed my rain jacket.  Hopefully it won’t be needed. On the way, I downloaded the new LRT app. Too soon to say if it’s better than the old one.

The train was surprisingly busy, even in 1st class. As we left, the 7:52 from Aberdeen passed us on the other track. And relax, with a white wine and sandwich.

Quite a few got off at Leuchars, and we were stuck at Stonehaven making us nearly 10 late. Offshore wind farms in the far distance. I don’t remember seeing them before.

 

I walked up to the Park Inn. As per usual, a room upgrade with a small tray waiting. Nice.

Later, a wander around, I had a coffee at the coffee bar beside the Wallace statue.  Expensive. Then to the wee bar in Ma’s, which was very bright. No real ale though, one has to go to the main bar and take it through. The snug still the same. No McCormac plaque 😢

Finally, to the Prince to meet Fergie and Pamela, who were in at the back of me.

 

At Moonfish, the Buchans joined us and we had a convivial dinner, which was very good, as was the drinks. At the end, the girls left and the rain came down, as we walked to the Lampie for one poor pint. Oh well. Fergie and I took the 11 and I was at the  hotel for

ten-ish.  Zzzz   

Thursday, 01 August 2024

Lunasdal, or the Celtic harvest festival, today.

I went to Turing Trust to finally drop off my old (2018) PC, followed by a visit to Costco.  There I discovered that they have instituted a policy of not allowing non-trade customers in before midday, only they didn’t tell anyone, thus leaving their staff to pick up the flak!  Very poor customer service.  Anyway, after having to visit the front desk, they allowed all in.

 Hardly a Lunasdal celebration, but what would you have.

 

I watched a fascinating 4-parter on PBS about the USA in 1968.  Fascinating. And I remember living through it.

I’m meeting the Scotts and the Buchans for dinner  in Moonfish tomorrow. Should be fun.

Wednesday, 31 July 2024

The last day of July.  It was cool, as I went to the shops, but hopefully I’ll be able to sit out at the Shore later with Bill. Booked train for Aberdeen this weekend.

Later, outside indeed.  Bill and I discussed the Winter Fuel decision by Reeves.  He was against; I was supportive, strangely.  He is a fan of universal benefits, whilst I am not so much, especially given the ability to synchronise IT (OK, yes, I know UKGOV IT projects are basically a disaster)Beardie and Lara came by with an entourage; they had just got married!  In the Carrier’s back room as it transpired.  Linda Irvine Fitzpatrick was with them; we chatted briefly.  She was in good form and keen to meet up soon if possible. She is away when Annie is down prior to our departure for Europe, so that’s not on.  Must look at my diary for gaps, of which there are few. A kiss from Lara is always lovely, but she didn’t wait for me :-;

Gigolo Jim joined us: it was he who told us the wedding location. He and Bill ganged up against me on the trams.  I still hold to my original view that ’twas better not to have started. Also, I learned more about Jim under his questioning from Bill than I knew before.  He was in the music business, and estate management.  And he paid £21 for a Cosmopolitan at the NB! An enjoyable session as ever.

I left before 6.

Message from Annie, Tom still in hospital, but hopefully will get out and be OK for Saturday.

Tuesday, 30 July 2024

I didn’t sleep very well last night. I got a message from Annie first thing  She’d been in contact with Tom Snr who was in better form, the application of Oxygen having worked wonders. So fingers crossed.

I took a tram to the National Gallery for the Gaelic talk. I suppose the first event of the Festival for me, if it is part of the EIF. The tram was exceptionally busy. Sure enough, there was a cruise ship in. Interestingly, it had docked in a new part of the docks, a deep-water berth just outwith the lock gates. I wonder how they got out of the area?

Anyway, time for a coffee at Contini’s before going to the Hawthornden theatre. It was pretty quiet inside (the cafe), the tables outside however, had few seats, with people making the most of the summer weather. Of those attending the lecture, there were few younger than me, which is a shame.

People behind me were talking nonsense about lexicography; bha mi duilich.

Anyway, it was a very interesting talk about Celtic interconnectedness in both the physical and spiritual world vis-à-vis the arts.

I took a tram back home, to drive to the RIE for my liver consultant. The discussion went a lot better than I expected. “See you next year.” He told me that Atorvastatin was OK with booze. No bloods needed, as GP will do. The usual caveats however.

 

I went home via the butcher to celebrate with a BBQ! (Incidentally, a stream of buses coming out from the Edinburgh Dock casino entrance demonstrated how some passengers were getting out from the cruise ship.)

And a pleasant couple of glasses of Sauvblanc on the balcony to finish off the evening.

Hopefully a better night’s sleep tonight. I have to decide tomorrow on the Aberdeen details.

Monday, 29 July 2024

7 okta of cloud, but warm, as I went to the GPO, the Lunarpalooza has been taken down. I got some Swiss Francs and headed up for a haircut.

Bad news for my local foodbank from Labour, they won’t be getting £300 from me this winter, pace Rachel Reeves’s announcement.

 

A late message from Annie; Tom is perhaps being taken to the ARI. 🤞

Sunday, 28 July 2024

A pleasant start to the day again.

An early visit to the Malt; mostly Slime, but a beer to finish before heading home early.

To the balcony to sunbathe in the hot sun. No wine!

Saturday, 27 July 2024

And breathe…

A quiet day followed by Uruguay Scotland game. Hopefully they will follow on from the Dons and Hibs results.

A poor first half again. Horne had a shocker.

Duhan beat the record, thanks to Rove’s unselfish pass. The second half was slightly better, but these boys have to improve considerably and cohere.

Friday, 26 July 2024 

To Teuchter’s with Bill and Bruce but no drink for me as I was going out.

Back to Teuchter’s at 17:30 on the bridge with the guys before heading over to the

Lunarpalooza at Moonwake.  I was the oldest there; another occasion when I realise it.

It was fun nevertheless, and a good selection of beer and live music.  They ran out of food though!

Not sure how successful it was, but the neighbours won’t be happy!

Thanks John. Well done Fin

Home back of  9, John will be up to Teuchter’s West End until dark o’clock

Sleepy… so sad I can’t do it any more.

Thursday, 25 July 2024

To the Port to drop off POV then tram to Ryrie’s to meet John and Stuart before heading to Linlithgow for curry, via Platform 3.

Given the forecast, I took my rain jacket, but hopefully I shan’t need it. Princes St was very busy.

Ryrie’s was fun, and the train only took 18 minutes to Linlithgow, where Willie was waiting in the pub.  It’s a great wee community bar, and we were all in good form.  Willie mentioned about Katie being pregnant again.  It’s another girl, which I hadn’t known. Willie and Robyn are going camping in Yorkshire.

An excellent curry and very  funny especially the multilingual waiter.  I went onto the wine.  Finally, a swift train home with Stuart omitting to activate ticket Haymarket thus delaying everyone apart from John who was going to Waverley. As I emerged, a tram was pulling up. It did rain, but we dodged.

Most enjoyable.  Home around 22:30.

Wednesday, 24 July 2024

Looks like another decent summer’s day. It is!  I went to the shops early, but in Aldi buying wine, I forgot the 10 o’clock rule.

Then, up town again for a Haircut, but no-one in, even though marked “Open”. I had a swift ½ in the Hanging Bat (Stones), but the barber was still closed. I had Mobile data  problems with WiFi  gone. Not a good start to meeting the Aitkens at the Conan Doyle before going to  the Bistro Coco.  Although they’d booked it, none of us had been there before.  A real find; we had a delicious 3 course meal with wine for about £50.

Leaving later on, we saw a new wine bar just across the road called Goose 73 (73 Broughton St). It seemed fated… It’s a very nice little place; does food as well.  Broughton St is awash with lovely small businesses like this.

After a few glasses, I was getting a bit pissed. Just in time for my GP to come in then.  We exchanged some pleasantries before we staggered out .

 

The fires in Jasper are a tragedy.

Tuesday, 23 July 2024

 I have booked to go toa see Streetcar named Desire in the Lyceum, for October.

I ran into the Redmonds out for a wander, as I was on my way to Valvona and Crolla on a lovely day. and as it was so pleasant, dropped into the Shore on the way home.  A message to Bill, and he was swiftly over.

Lovely evening.

Monday, 22 July 2024

I went over to visit Alisdair.  Parking yet again a problem but got there.  His sister Nicola’s partner Kenny was there.  They have a meeting at 2 with various PSMs (Professionals supplementary to medicine).

As I was there, “my” Kenny finally phoned! Still breathing.

I told Alisdair to leave a message on the Coven chat on the outcome of the meeting and do exercises! On the way back, I popped into a B and M to buy some stuff for the house.

And there was an update from Alisdair, he’s getting out! Initially to mum, then hopefully supported accommodation.  So goodness knows when we’ll see him again.

Sunday, 21 July 2024

As I walked to the Malt, I noted that there was a pointless road closure for waterworks.  No workies to be seen.

Colin the barman is off to Antalya for a week tomorrow. The pub was quite busy, and Jacqui and Neil arrived to join Justice and I (the Fortunae will be involved with Formula 1, doubtless).

And home before 3, to the news that Joe Biden has withdrawn from the presidential race.

Saturday, 20 July 2024

A grey day again, if warm. I booked a (cancellable) hotel for my planned visit to Aberdeen for Tom’s birthday party. And my new shorts have arrived, I’m pleased with them. In fact, wearing a pair. Apart from that, a quiet day, and I did not venture forth, this avoiding licenced premises.

Rain arrived late afternoon. And later I watched the Scotland Chile game. I was surprised there was a pipe band for Flower of Scotland. Probably expats.

An easy victory for the Dons too. Hibs, otoh…

Friday, 19 July 2024

A very strong speech by David Davis in Hansard. It repays reading in full.

To Teuchter’s with Bruce and Bill.  It was very warm if somewhat overcast.  On return home, I received an Angiogram appointment on the 8th August and my new >70 driving licence. So that’s good.

Microsoft have created a worldwide débacle. My PC is ok though!

Thursday, 18 July 2024

Grey today, and it’s Iain Canada’s 70^th.

I received an eLetter re a rearranged Pre diabetic course; I phoned and made an appointment for November, the first available in my area.

And a few online purchases.

Wednesday, 17 July 2024

A hot day, as I did my shopping.  Some fresh herring at Welch’s which I bought as a breakfast treat tomorrow.

Hopefully the weather will allow Bill and I to sit outside the Shore later.

 

No adverse effect from my jag yesterday ; in fact the knee seems improved. To celebrate, I had my first session on the bike since my various setbacks. Good.

However, we had two bottles again   🙄 And yes, sitting out, although the sun was fleeting.

Later, a text from Bill, who’d forgotten to pay his bill(!).  So I joined him for a glass.

Tuesday, 16 July 2024

A Yellow weather warning.  Will it come to anything?

I got my arranged call from to Dr Davidson, he can do a knee this afternoon if I’m up for it.  I was, as Elaine cancelled again.

I did my Road tax and >70 licence renewal and a lot of paperwork disposed of.  It strikes me that there’s still no word from KNMD.

 

And so to the GP, and the job was rapidly and painlessly done.

I went over to the Port to do a survey, but it was closed.  The King’s Wark was friendly, it’s the first time for a couple of years I’ve been in. I had a ½ of Stewart’s 80 which was VG, Pentland IPA about to go on. A quickie in the Malt before home and a Chinese carryout.  An occasional raindrop but nothing much; so much for the warning.

Monday, 15 July 2024

After feeding Annie breakfast, I saw her off  home via Greenock.

Then the day was spent booking; all hotels now booked.

 

Later, a call from Stevie Seath.  He plans to be down soon and we agreed the 15^th, when I have no festival events.

Sunday, 14 July 2024

Out early to shop, nicer day, no ill effects.

After breakfast, we discussed out trip to Europe and made the various decisions required.

 

In the afternoon, I left Annie in her PJs, and went to Aldi, followed by the Malt where Justice was recovering from his wedding debauch. Jacqui R arrived, full of the joys. She and Neil CM have booked a fortnight in Kenya.

Then we were joined by Julie, Elaine, and Massie, but in fairness to Annie, I left for home at 14:15 (no Shore). Rain arrived, but cleared to leave a lovely finish, and we sat out on the balcony with some white.

Alcaraz won Wimbledon, and later, Spain beat England. Two out of two for Spain today. And a great result for Bob MacIntyre.

 

I booked our flights home from Europe.

Saturday, 13 July 2024

Annie arrives later, so the morning spent in cleaning etc.

There was not much time between her arriving and heading out for dinner to ASKR. It was spitting as we went, and remained damp for the rest of the evening.

Unlike the restaurant, in which the food was fully of Michelin star quality.  We went for a tasting menu with paired wines. It was great; 10 courses over  a 3-hour period.  As usual, we were stuffed by the end.

Leaving, I popped into the Port to check on the beer.  None!  I’ll have to revisit and speak to Craig. It was too noisy and busy tonight.

Friday, 12 July 2024

After breakfast, off to BuT to meet the girls. I ran into Ian Barclay again! He’s going to Selby in a week or so.

Unfortunately Wendy couldn’t make it today, a bit below par. 

Arriving, we joined Rachel outside the Leaping Salmon and we sat very pleasantly until it was time to move on.  This time, we made the Barrel, which is a great wee pub, with nooks and crannies. We only had the one, and in a convo with the barman, Jim learned he had 17 guitars. (Jim was wearing a shirt bedecked with guitars.)  He was well outdone!

And so to Atelier, where we had a very pleasant lunch, and beer, before heading eventually to the Curfew.

It was a lovely afternoon, but I was feeling tired so left early.

 

At home, I discovered that the Scotland – Japan U20 game was on Alba.  I got to watch the second half; a good result for the boys.

And so ended the inglorious 12^th. No orange or drums noted, thankfully.

Thursday, 11 July 2024

Feels like I’ve lost a day again.

I picked up Lawrence, and we went to visit Alisdair.  Little change, or sign of getting out. After, we popped into the Malt and Hops, which was sans Justice (at a wedding).  However,  Bill and Anne passed by on their way to source a TV at Asda.  Bill, less than gallantly, let Anne go on herself, and joined us!

Tomorrow, Berwich upon Tweed.

Wednesday, 10 July 2024

The bad weather seems to have subsided. Aberdeen’s turn now. It’s humid though.

The Dump: I refer of course to the recycling centre, and not any recent affliction, to get rid of stuff.

 

Later, a most enjoyable session with Bill   A white  bottle then a 2^nd! Home. And I watched The Human Jungle TV series, fascinating and of its time. I’d heard of it but never seen it as we didn’t have TV at that time.  

Tuesday, 09 July 2024

A lovely sunny start to a day that is going to get very wet.  Before that happens, I have to be up and doing; the rest of the week is busy.

First, up town inter alia for a visit to Boots. I met Ian Barclay at the tramstop, on his circuit

The bright sunshine is gazing over as high cloud started spilling in from the south, preparatory to the heavy stuff in a few hours.

Jobs accomplished, but instead of a visit to Valvona and Crolla as intended, I popped in to MandS food hall, leaving by the rat-run and getting the tram at St Andrew Square. The cloud was thickening, but still warm.

As I finished unloading the shopping, I received a call from the Golden Jubilee hospital.  They have received my CT scan referral and are looking to see me late July/early August.  Good news! (When they identified themselves, I initially thought it was about my joints.)

 

Later, I watched the inaugural flight of the Ariane 6. Amazing. Some goal by the 16 year-old Spaniard…

An unpleasant late evening, rain and gusting easterly. I had to shut my bedroom window. Summertime in Scotland, in sharp contrast to yesterday.

Monday, 08 July 2024

Hoping for a better week! A good start, I booked a trip to Hamburg in December with BA.  £2 with my points and companion voucher.

As have almost recovered, I restarted my Ramipril capsules.

Time to catch up with my website, before a call from Judy Hickson. No revelations or demands, fortunately.  We agreed I’d restart my statins at ½ the dose, monitor for a month and redo bloods. I said I was thinking about steroid jags for the knees, and Dr Davidson is to call me next week.

 

I see I have a personal reminder to renew my road tax, but I received nothing from the DVLA and as is usual with UKGOV, no way to actually speak to a human.

After spending too much time on front of my PC I found I’d wasted a warm sunny afternoon on the balcony. So, I poured myself a glass of white ( first for a while) & took my hat and book out.

Saturday, 06 July 2024

A great tip from Kenny Brown on Facebook; a video of Dolly Parton doing “Southern Accent” as part of a Tom Petty tribute album. I bought it.

My recovery continues, albeit slowly, I think. I had Pizza for lunch.

I have started rereading the Lymond books and bought Queens Play to fill in a gap (book lent, not returned, which I hate), and the Dorothy Dunnett companion volumes.

The first Scotland game is on tonight. Wish I was there.

Friday, 05 July 2024

My sleep pattern is poor.

Anyway, the first order of business, a shower and book a reservation on the Glacier Express for 6th October, thus bookending our European trip. I did this successfully, and now we have to fill in the blanks. The trip is going to be a couple of days fewer than first thought, which is good.

 

Now to catch up with the political news! And the headlines are sore; the big losers are the SNP. The Greens did well, and the English voted for Reform, as well as Labour.  There’s irony in there.

Turnout was well down, indicating the lack of trust in politics. And Deidre lost, as did Jo Cherry, both big losses.

The SNP have paid the price for obsessing with trivia. On the plus side, a lot of these useless SPADS  will flock to the Labour lot, like the parasites they are. And one useless Dougie has been replaced by another.

Appetite coming back? Omelet for breakfast. A bit more energy, allowed me to wash my sheet.

Soup for lunch and a wee walk to Sainsbury for milk gave me the first exercise and fresh air I’ve had this week.  Hopefully this cup is passing from me. But I tire easily.

Poor Germany. Cheating Spain, McCoist furious. (I just watched extra time.)

Tommy G got home! And I am the most active I’ve been all week. Although, so still is my colon unfortunately.

Thursday, 04 July 2024

Election day dawns: my indifference is near total. Ditto US Independence day. Still breathing, as is Tom G.

As I lay in the recovery position, my thoughts turned to tripping (pun intended). Turkey in Twenty-five?

I saw a squall across the WoL.

The fish pie I usually devour quickly,  looked intimidatingly large tonight. Happily, I managed it. But 5 minutes later, pints of brown liquid rocketed from my rectum, thus seemingly disproving various natural laws.

A lovely tribute to Andy Murray at Wimbledon, very poignant.

Wednesday, 03 July 2024

My fever subsided. Wiped out, no wine with Bill today.

A message from Annie; Tom Snr has been taken into the ARI with gut problems. It never rains…

I finally emerged at 11-ish, and a shower made me feel better, then made soup.

I got a call re car, it’s made its MOT, but I’m £500 the poorer. I struggled to the shops after picking it up, and made it to the loo on return. Phew. (Or omit the h…)

Still, feeling less lethargic than yesterday. Later, temperature elevated, but not feeling too bad.

Tuesday, 02 July 2024

A MOT and asthma review, which I struggled out to do.  I was an hour early for the latter, so went home. On reviewing, I found I’d made the appointment on Norway; it was a TZ issue.

Little came out of the review eventually, apart from a discussion on medication change to a  long-lasting b-agonist. I’m not doing that until the angiogram is sorted.

A call from the garage: car problems, wheel bearings, handbrake and fuel leak. Fuck.

I was still feeling sub-par, with the runs.

I watched Inside Japan’s War on PBS. Ironically, I ordered a Chinese. Of which I ate little. Now I’ve got a temperature. I think it’s gastroenteritis.

Monday, 01 July 2024

Grey. I feel that way too. Hope it’s not Covid, as Monty’s has it. I took a test which was negative.  Some paracetamol improved matters. But I stayed in bed for most of the day.

Sunday, 30 June 2024

I put KN on a tram to the airport after breakfast; probably for the best. His 71^st today too.

Then, Sainsbury, laundry, and relax, before going to the Malt for Elaine F’s  birthday bevvy.

Jacqui McM came along too; always nice to see her. And Alan Massie; quite a crowd in the corner. Rhys also.

The next big event is a Day disco at the Dockers. TBA.

Fergie and Pamela have booked in for August. I went home, diverting to the Over to Shore after 5. Sharon enjoyed her MAP night.

I have just realised, watching TV, that there has been a change in focus in advertising to the male body. It makes me realise the unreality of having hot women in every ad. Amusing. Home after 6.

Covid is increasing.

Saturday, 29 June 2024

To Morrisons, Teuchter’s, Malt and Hops (Imogen is the new barmaid).  Then back by bus to Morrisons to pick up KN’s dry cleaning.

Spiers is now the Goldenacre

Operation Dry Cleaning completed successfully, no casualties. 21 and 16 to Teuchter’s. Nigel, Tash and Danny were in. Danny went home to watch Glastonbury and the Sugababes with chocolate. Tonight, Shania Twain. Who knew!

Ho Ro Raven’s Wing was playing in the bar; nice.

Friday, 28 June 2024

Windy… Annie is coming down on the 13^th July. I booked a National Gallery event on Gaelic and its influence on art.

Teuchter’s with Bill, KN and Bruce.  It transpired that Bruce knew Jim Gardiner and John Pettigrew well.

Later, to the Shore where unusually Gerry O Halloran was eating lunch at the bar. And we ran into a new chap, Angus fae Kirkcaldy.

Home for dinner, Kenny was boozy.

We watched YouTube, a favourite occupation for KN, to listen to music.  I selected the Flashmob of Ode to Joy which always brings me to tears. It’s the love and, of course, joy.

Thursday, 27 June 2024

A fine morning, started with fresh Herring cooked in oatmeal, food of the gods.

We went to visit Alisdair after shopping.  I see no change in him since my last visit.  He has no word of getting out.  I fear he is getting institutionalised.

Then to see Alan Justice in Malt, where there was much dispute in the staff. After;  Kenny to Teuchter’s, me to Shore.

Early night!

Wednesday, 26 June 2024

Grey. KN’s flight was on time. So some shopping and Pints Of View pickup.  KN arrived around 2,  with black pudding (Willie John Macdonald, for a change). We went to the Shore with Bill, and after an enjoyable afternoon, had a Welch’s fish pie for dinner.

Tuesday, 25 June 2024

Good news this morning: Assange is free. Contemptible UKGOV. Continuing, breakfast was good, the weather ok, mostly low cloud but dry.

I decided to repeat my route of yesterday due to the amounts of roadworks on the A82 and feedback from Liz. So I drove via Aonach Mor centre to take a look but it was too early as it hadn’t yet opened.   Home for 12:15.

One thing, not that many election posters around; mostly SNP. Anyway, the car got a good run, petrol consumption has improved for it.

 

S friend discovered a Facebook impersonator of me. I reported it, posted a note on my page and changed my password just in case. I was hilarious how the fake ads crowded in!, promoting a genius who would sort it all out for me. Blocked, reported, and deleted the lot.

 

The rain’s on. The temperature has dropped by 10°  I’d say. Kenny arrives tomorrow from Glasgow, after his Scan. Monty has Covid.

Monday, 24 June 2024

In the pink, literally, this morning from overlong in the sun yesterday afternoon.

FTW here I come. I drove via the A9/86 as Google said A82 was closed. Turns out it isn’t! Still, a pleasant drive to the hotel and the roads were not busy, surprisingly; few RVs even.

I stopped off for a coffee and pee at the Stronlossit inn. If has real ale and is in the guide, but I’d never heard of it. Alas no beer allowed… Drizzle and low cloud in FTW however. Typical Scotland, like the football last night.  I parked at the hotel, it was too early to check in, so I awaited the Hintons, and we arrived at the station and got parked in ample time.

My birthday present to John was champagne on-board. Very nice.

Pleasing that our loco was a Black 5 rather than a diesel. The coaches are a mix of old BR standards.  There is a lot of on-board service, and much made of Harry Potter souvenirs.

We started on time, and the weather improved as the day went on. Crossing the Glenfinnan viaduct, there were hordes of people taking pictures from the trackside.  We stopped at at the station for 20 minutes; there is a café there.

We arrived at Mallaig on schedule, and strolled down to the quayside.  The Armadale ferry was in and Liz bought us passenger tickets!  At the other side, the ferry just turns around and returns within 10 minutes.  Still, an experience.

We got back just in time for the return trip.  Passengers swopped sides on the return to see different views.  The scenery really is lovely.

 

For dinner, we went to the Grog and Gruel where I has a great steak pie and a couple of  Lost in Mosaic. Back to hotel for a seat outside and nightcap before Hintons left for home about 22:00! Very peaceful and warm.

Checkout 10:00!!

 

Sunday, 23 June 2024

Shopping on a lovely day.

Pamela Scott called.  She’s going out to buy a rug.  Her new desktop is an all-in-one Dell Inspiron 27. 

To the Malt, where Alan Justice was back, Jacqui and Neil were there, and Geoff and guts arrived.

I left 14:30 for Shore, which was busy outside, quiet inside. John’s birthday tomorrow, he’s off to the VandA Dundee.

I messaged Bill who came along and we sat outside with an acquaintance Mike (not from upstairs, from Rennie’s Isle).  Hot!

After dinner, I watched the football. Cruel, but so Scottish, unlike Glasgow Warriors.

Saturday, 22 June 2024

I ordered a curry from Kahani, & completed my PV.

Great result for Glasgow.

Friday, 21 June 2024

Bruce and Bill at Teuchter’s

At home, my PV had arrived. The candidates on offer made it very easy to vote for Deidre.

News from Annie. 

“ Tom is doing OK. Looks well and is feeling better. He’s on a diuretic to get rid of fluid which had gathered in his lungs. Result of that is that his heart is working more efficiently. Paula has yet to see any medic so this info is coming from Tom himself and likely to be incomplete.

So, cautiously good news but I’ll keep you all in the loop. Cheers X”  And

“Off the oxygen.Getting out teatime. His letter will reveal all.  Being  referred to 2 clinics,apparently.  Cardiac  and ans  other.”

Thursday, 20 June 2024

I logged on early for Book festival. At 10:00, I was 1945th in the queue!

Then to the surgery for bloods, and when I got back, I’d just arrived at the front of the queue.  Two events sold out, the rest bought or attending online. 10 plus Grit; August the usual  busy month.

Back to the surgery; my BP was better.

I attempted to visit Alisdair, but couldn’t get parked. It’s not supposed to be drizzly, it’s midsummer! 

A message from Annie: Tom G is in hospital, not unlike myself a few weeks ago. Fingers crossed.

Donald Sutherland has died at 88.

Wednesday, 19 June 2024 

Lovely day.

At Welch’s there was fresh herring! I bought some to salt.  There was also a cruise ship in the roadstead, its tenders tendering.

I have whittled my Book Festival list down to 9 personal attendances, plus 1 remote (time clash). I must log on early tomorrow, one of my other selections is already marked as sold out.

I paid for my Autumn Test tickets and caught up on all my paperwork.

Kenny called; he is coming down for CT Scan and then going to Spain!  Sunday 30th back a week later, staying at the Gran Hotel Flamingo in Lloret de Mar.

 

And I received an appointment for the liver chap. Cut down!

I’m considering how best to get to Forth William for the Jacobite trip on Monday. I decided to stay overnight returning. Tuesday.  Options on getting there are driving or train!

So, a busy day today.

Tuesday, 18 June 2024 

Breakfast, before getting my prescription of a Peak Flow meter, and heading to the Guildford, where we met Lawrence and George.  Peter M is in Germany, but with whom we know not. Bruce arrived despite his viewing which he though was not going to happen only to discover it was!

Anyway, a good catch-up with the guys before Fergie caught his train.

 

On the way home, I hid in the Malt from rain, with Julian.  But did not have another beer!

A good result for Andy Murray, followed by a fascinating program about AI on PBS.

Monday, 17 June 2024

Definitely felt jaded.

I drove to Armadale for my dental appointment with Heather, taking Fergie who got a great welcome from herself.

After returning, we headed off to the Natioanal Gallery, but I took us on the wrong bus, and so we ended up at the NMS.  There were no particular exhibitions on, so we had a wander round and took coffee at the NLS,.  I showed Fergie Le Bistrot, before we had beers at the Bow and Abbotsford.

 

Fergie took me for dinner at La Casa in between showers.  He enjoyed it.  Then football and bed.

Sunday, 16 June 2024

Wakened by musings on style, character and class. A raddled dockside trollop hoping that a bit of cheap paint will conceal the years is the  Malt and Grot. Characterful.

Style has become debased to be equated with new bright, neon. But, the Central is like an old woman come on hard times but whose few good clothes are worn with pride and head held high.

Class, the Café Royal. Fur coat, nae knickers.  Here endeth the lesson!

 

To Sainsbury on a grey dampish morning.

I phoned Annie to find out if she was further on in considering the autumn.  No, and  ittle news, esp Catriona.

Fergie arrived as planned; I picked him up at Calton and we headed for a boozy afternoon at the Malt and Hops, celebrating Alan Massie’s birthday.  The Fortunae were there, along with Churchmichael pére et fils, and Jacqui. Julie and Jacqui speaking again! A very enjoyable session but we left early for dinner, via the Shore.

A few wines after…

Saturday, 15 June 2024

Off early to do the shopping. Followed by the laundry and other catch-ups’

The Yellow Thunderstorm warning came to naught, and with the Redmonds off to the Lakes tomorrow, I met Bil at the Shore for a glass.

A curry for dinner.

Friday, 14 June 2024

After breakfast, I checked out and left my case.

I headed to the new National Gallery / Museum, which opened in 2022.  It’s superbly situated, and my tram stop outside, built on the old West Bahn Station.

There is an audioguide you can download, so I did.  In fact there are various exhibitions, each with there guide.  I decided to do Art from 1500 to 1900, plus Munch.  That took more than 2 hours alone.

It’s a bloody marvellous place, worth coming back to Oslo just to see more.

Time was moving on; I checked out the Lannister due to propinquity and various recommendations; arriving, it was not worth it. I ended up having a Punk IPA.

My SM feeds were awash with Scotland in the Euros. Am now really glad I didn’t do a cheapy to Cologne. My sole wish is that we are not shite.

 

Anyway, back to the hotel, picked up my case and got a tram to the station. I lunched at the Royal Gastropub, which is quite nice, opulent even. It’s in the shed of the old station. The short ribs was a much bigger dish than I anticipated; US proportions!  The beer was fine.

Then it was time to head to the airport.

I had a struggle to get through to airside, with a slow security section and a lot of people. Two of my 3 trays got pulled for checking! In one, my toothpaste was too big, the other, who knows? A visit to DF for Ridley, and this sweaty blob finally got up for a beer. Flightradar told me the plane was late. It’s coming from Longyearbyen via Tromsø. A 737 in Svalbard seems excessive. ETD 20:26.  Fifteen minutes later, it was formally announced.

 

A couple of beers and a free piece later, and I wandered down to the gate, having monitored the aircraft’s progress. Once the plane landed, the replacement driver was late. Rollback was 55 minutes late, we took off on the north left runway: our course became SW after we did a 270°, breaking through cloud I hadn’t noticed earlier. Actually it was the best weather of the week. Passing over Stavanger: cloud 8/8 again.

We arrived 21:10. Took a look at the football score. Oh dear.

Ready for bed before 23:00.

Thursday, 13 June 2024

Today, I donned a T-shirt.  Mind you, I also took my rain jacket, which has been a constant friend.  Neverthelesss, it was reasonably warm.

After breakfast, my decision for the day was the Akershus Festung (castle/fortress). I walked down to the complex, which has various parts to it, a bit like Edinburgh.  First, I went to the museum for the Norwegian resistance during WW2, on the ramparts.  These provide a superb view of the bay area, demonstrating the importance of the Castle.

Anyway, the museum was very interesting, with a bit about the Shetland Bus.

Then onto the castle itself which was quite the warren, with tunnels and narrow stairs; not wheelchair country!  Very interesting also, just for that, as well as the views and halls.  Like Edinburgh, it’s a working castle and state dinners are also held there.

I spent over 3 hours there.

Tired, I wanted a beer and food.  I selected the Hopyard, which is in a market-mall.  I took a tram there (I bought a 24 hr pass).  The barmaid was from Lossie; she’d come to Oslo to study (she’s a musician, and plays the Tuba. Great place, great beer. After a few, food beckoned. Pinxtos, in Oslo? Yes!  They were bloody good, especially washed down by a couple of glasses of red.

On the way out, at one of the butcher’s stalls, I bought some Porchetta. Hope it lasts.

I got a bus and tram back to nap in late afternoon.

In fact, so stuffed was I, I just stayed at the hotel.

Wednesday, 12 June 2024

Breakfast and away. Goodbye Stavanger, hello Oslo. My train is a, “Go Ahead”, one of the other rail companies. It’s actually a UK company.

 

We left on time, on the Sørlandet line for the dog-leg journey to Oslo. The joint of the leg is Kristiansand. We headed south, to the west of a fjord spur. Stavanger as a terminal station has a lot of sidings and stabling. Our first stop (of 26) is Jåttåvågen, a few minutes in. The first 3 stops are boarding only.

 

I saw a movement under my table. A pigeon!

 

Stavanger has quite an urban sprawl, set narrowly along the fjord as far south as just beyond Sandnes, where our track becomes single. Heading almost due south, brought us to the west coast at Vigrestad. This area is flat and pastoral. Then, rock and tarns. But with trees. At Egersund, we turned inland again, before heading to Kristiansand.

 

The train reversed here, as its a terminus. Quite a lot of people got off. Perhaps to get the ferry crossing the Skagerrak to Denmark? It’s warm here. People will be on the beaches.

As we trundled along, I put some music on, occasionally taking in the scenery.

The Scotland squad for the summer tour has been announced. Interesting!

 

The sky became increasingly threatening. Then, about an hour from Oslo, the threat materialised, and the rain started. Leaving  Kongsberg, we entered commuter territory, and it stated to lash down. And so the afternoon passed until we arrived in Oslo, with the sun as company.

I walked to the hotel, further than I thought it was; checked in and schemed.

The upshot: Røør for beer and Hereford Steakhouse across the road, both a short distance from the hotel.

 

I had a flight plus 1 in the pub. They had a few beers from Cloudwater and Brew York, which I didn’t taste. One from Uiltje in Haarlem which I tried last year, but a wee bit strong!

 

The Hereford Steakhouse is a bit like the Fish and Cow, a large (more upmarket appointments) with  a limited menu. But they had lamb, which I ordered. Wines not as approachable or available by glass as the Fish, though.

 

The spicy prawn starter was not as I suspected, prawn cocktail, but cooked hot prawns with a tasty dressing. Too much warm onion overpowered the prawns I thought, but good nevertheless.

 

The lamb was said to be a rack, but it was 4 chops cooked individually. But they were very tasty, and the accompanying veg worked well (you get options for the potato). 

The sole red wine by the glass, a Chianti, was OK.

 

Home, James.

Tuesday, 11 June 2024

Sunny intervals, warmer; my first non-fleece top day.

I walked down to the Port for my tour bus. There’s a big cruise ship on, Aida perla; the town will be busy.

There are two companies running the buses, and they look the same: confusing.

It was an enjoyable tour, heading from one side of the peninsula to the other, taking in the

Swords in Rock, commemorating the Battle of Hafrsfjord. And at the concert hall, apparently they have a Mighty organ.

There’s a mansion at Ledaal, near Lervig, tempted but I stayed.

 

I got off back at start and gave into temptation : a fjord cruise! 3 ½ hours. Expensive at  nearly £60, but WTF.

It wasn’t that busy. Probably the Aida cruisers want to stay on dry land. German and North American accents mostly. I’m packing a fair bit in today, although less walking. Energy levels better.

 

I sat at the front of the main cabin. As we crossed under the Grasholmen bridge, to the east rose all the mountains in the distance. Our current heading: roughly ENE, before taking a starboard turn towards Frafjord and Lysefjord.

 

It was fairly spectacular, stopping off at Pulpit Rock, with much mention of Tom Cruise and Mission Impossible 6. Then to the amazing waterfall. We headed back after that. The cloud became thinner, and ahead, the sea was sapphire, with just enough breeze to create a lick of white contrast. We detoured around Høle, before arriving back.

As we approached, a lovely piece of Mill artwork. “Will work for food,” Unfortunately I didn’t have time to snap it.

Aida looms like a cliff.

I strolled the long way round the harbour to the Bøker and Børst. Outside was full of people taking advantage of the sun, if not the warmth. Mind you, some girls don’t need much excuse to get into what I am led to believe is a crop top. Perhaps they’re Aberdonians?

Damn good music as well. Speugs were having a feeding frenzy.

Despite it being gusty, I eventually went outside to sip.

 

I went back to the hotel to chill before dinner. Eventually I decided to give Fish and Cow a go. It’s quite big, and was very busy, surprisingly for a Tuesday. A limited menu: 4 X 4 X 4 it seemed.

Despite the throng, I was seen reasonably quickly. I wanted Lamb but the waitress explained it was like a terrine, so I opted for the Entrecote. An Albarino to go with the scallops, a Pinot with the steak.

Scallop(!) was delicious. Wines fine too: a surprisingly good Pinot.

 

But excellent for people-watching. There are 2 languages on display: oil and English. Given the attendees, few females speak them. The few here are not on display.

I’d forgotten the bullshit talk with which people try and impress meal companions. Interesting to re-encounter it here.

Very good service.

 

At the end, I’m feeling much better than my first day. Hotel before 10,

Oslo tomorrow. For which the forecast suggest thunderstorms and 15°. So, pretty much as all week and a waste of carrying T-shirts! Achweel. 

Monday, 10 June 2024

An early breakfast, indecisive. Eventually, a shower and stroll through the town to Lervig Local, a microbrewery of the main one. I had to cast around to find it as it was on the other side of the address.

 

Anyway, it’s a nice big Scandic bar, with a glass conservatory keeping it bright and warm.

A flight selection include a 10% triple IPA that I would never order a glass of. Dick would have enjoyed it, but not the walk up.

The barmaid was from Hull, returning from the T Swift gig in Edinburgh! The sun made an appearance to warm things up further. So I had a second flight, before ambling back to the hotel.

 

Tomorrow; a bus tour I think. Just now, the remains of last-night’s Chinese. Delicious. (Booked Hoponoff bus for tomorrow.)

 

Later, to the Bøker og Børst, a very attractive bar with nooks, crannies, and pavement seating. Sixteen assorted beers on draught; I had Lakeside IPA, and tasty it was. It’s popular with non- drinkers too. Not so much a gastropub, more like High Tea with beer. Very relaxed. Norwegian Scrabble ignores the diacritics, I discovered by observing a couple of girls playing.

Across the road is the Valhalla bar: no connection with the Valencia one, I’d guess.

After my one beer, I headed for a recommended Turkish place, but on the way, I was seduced by curry smells, and succumbed.

 

The Curry Heaven has only been open since Easter. It has a limited but adequate menu, alcohol served, around 20 covers. I had a King Prawn Tawa starter which was delicious, followed by a Lamb Karahi which came with lots of rice.

Stuffed.

I walked back to the hotel. Sunny.

Sunday, 09 June 2024

Up earlier today, for my departure from Bergen. It’s overcast and I had a poor sleep. The coffee here is excellent, and will help.

 

The bus to Stavanger takes about 4.5 hours, and at nearly £50 isn’t cheap. But it does include 2 ferry trips! The road is the A39.

 

As I left the hotel, Bergen was shrouded in cloud and rain. The forecast for Stavanger is better.

Across the road, the train station sidings. Bus terminals are such depressing places. I found my platform, and the bus arrived. It’s one on these coach-style double-deckers and I have a single seat at the top. The company is Nor-Way.

In fact, 2 buses drew up, but there are few people getting on the one. I think the second one is the slow bus, stopping everywhere.

 

Anyway, 40 minutes later, we are on the first ferry, crossing over to Stord Island, driving down it, crossing on lots of bridges, and in tunnels, before taking a second ferry to the mainland. My seat is on the left, which as the road is to the east of the island, offers the best views, although a bit wasted on this dreich day.

 

The ferry is a nice vessel, with a café, comfortable enough. It’s a 40 minute journey.

 

Ah Norway, proud independent country with your lovely forests, whilst we have landlords with deer forests and grouse moors: ecological and democratic deficits. Every time is see The Norwegian flag, I dream of the Saltire.

 

Then the second ferry, only 20 minutes this time. Sufficient time for a hot-dog though. There’s a second deck, below the main. Not seen that before.

 

Onto Stavanger, the second tunnel was closed due to congestion (?). A frequent occurrence it seems. As a result, a traffic jam all the way to Stavanger. Pretty much on time though.

 

I walked along to my hotel, checked in and mused on the options.

 

And the Cardinal won out although I popped my head around a couple which were disappointing. Indeed, as was the Cardinal, simply because it was so “British”. Dark, lots of wood, surly barman . But a good beer selection and they did a flight.

 

I decided to eat and finally decided on a Chinese close by. Not too much  and a small red. Decent dinner and ½ left to take away. Of course I now have cutlery in my luggage these days. Leaving at the back of 8, the rain had set in, but it was a short walk to my hotel. Inside, a couple of guys were playing a game that looked like curling on a wooden board. Must ask about it. (It’s a shuffleboard.)

 

Anyway, back to the hotel for an early night. That shit Liam Fux was on the telly. Why???

Tomorrow, DV, museums. And the forecast is better. 

Saturday, 08 June 2024

Forecast for today? Showers, unsurprisingly. Options are travel of various kinds; either a train to Voss (I was there briefly in 2017), bus, or tram. Hmm.

First, breakfast. No bacon 😥

 

Having looked at the Hoponoff bus, I’ve been everywhere it goes, so pointless. And so the vote went to the train to Voss, taking just over an hour, over a line I did in 2017, and last year, but I’ve never stopped off there. The train is the one to Oslo. Roomy and comfortable with a window seat, and not that busy. It left on time. I’d forgotten about going in and out of the long tunnels along the beautiful Søfjorden. Nice and sunny too!

 

We left the fjord, and headed to Voss, NNE. The views changed to the right side of the train, as we moved to the left along the deeply incised walls, then switched over again.

 

Voss lies beside lake Vansvatnet. Not only is it a ski centre, but in the next few weeks, it hosts its annual Extreme Sports festival.

I had a wee walk around before taking the Ski Gondola as the rain arrived again, it’s a while since I was on one, and I was alone.

At the top, I had a wee wander around before having lunch and a beer at the ski centre, 800M above the town. Quite a few people were doing the same. At this time of the year, there’s a lot of hikers.

Returning, I caught the R40 back from Myrdal. Lots of people got off, fewer got on, most had luggage. This train takes slightly longer; it has more stops.

Goodbye Voss. I sat on the left again, for a different view. Apart from the many tunnels. On time into Bergen, hopped on a tram and made it into the hotel as the rain was starting. Cooler and wetter than Voss.

 

I booked my bus for tomorrow for 10:40.

Hard luck Bath. Glasgow did well. 

Friday, 07 June 2024

Edinburgh seems to have gone demented over Taylor Swift. Meanwhile, in relatively sane Bergen, it’s sunny at present, but hail showers forecast!

 

Today’s plan: Fløibanen viewpoint via the Funicular. And so it transpired.

The differences between this and the Cairngorm one: 1, it works, 2, housing all the way up, 3, forest etc all the way; Ok, a 700m altitude difference, and much shorter. There is even a windscreen wiper. And it’s pissing down!

 

I went and hid for a coffee, along with many others. Then “The fountains also of the deep and the windows of heaven were stopped, and the rain from heaven was restrained.”

And the views, as KNS said, are great.

 

After wandering around and seeing the goats and taking a few pictures, I went back down and hirpled over to Apollon. I’d forgotten what a great bar it is. The barman had lovely scarlet nails…

I made a new friend on Untapped; Glenn.

 

I went back to my hotel to rest and plot. The rain hadn’t restarted. 

And that was me. 

Thursday, 06 June 2024

Up early after a poor night’s sleep (usual before travel). Packed, ticked everything off, and headed for a tram, and ran into Ian Barclay. He of course had been to Stavanger and Bergen whilst sailing. He was off to Storrie’s.

A lot of young females outside Murrayfield. Too early for Swift surely?

At the airport, checkin (or bag drop) wasn’t open for 1/2 hour. A waste of drinking time😡

Then it was chaotic, 2 desks, one operator, v slow, next to BA desks which were encroaching. Nearly 45 minutes BB (before beer). The barman (pleasant chap) asked me where I was going. He thought I’d said Berlin and asked me if I was going to the Euros. He had been going but his flight was cancelled. What a kick in the balls (pun intended).

In the Premier lounge, unfortunately breakfast was finished, so it was Sechuan Chicken for lunch instead. And that’s the last of my lounge accesses until renewal in September. But I have no planned trips where one could be used. Anyway, down to the gate (used to be 13, now 17) in time and it wasn’t open. Loganair are not doing well.

It wasn’t long though, but it was a bus at the bottom, opposite a Qatar A350. A bit bigger than an E145… We boarded at stand 32, quite a bit away from the TB. The flight was almost full. I think the last time I flew in this type was with BMI. The ‘plane has lovely tartan head rests.

We were 15 minutes late rollback and then onto the old runway. Cruising at FL370, surprisingly. Unsurprisingly, only tea or coffee on  offer, but Heather was nice We arrived on schedule.

Bergen is a large airport terminal but it’s not very busy. And another airport tram to my hotel, to check in around 18hrs. It’s on the waterfront, nice, modern, comfy.

Lots of Pride flags: I discovered it’s festival time! My first visit here was spoiled by a bike festival, so 2/3 IS bad.

Anyway, beer at Pingvinen (Penguin), followed by their version of Labskaus, before getting the tram back for an early night.

Wednesday, 05 June 2024

It would appear that a rain jacket will be the only outerwear required this trip to Norway; even though in Oslo it’s likely to be 20C.

On the way to pick up prescriptions, a call from Liz, anxious about the Jacobite trip on the 24th. I told her that AFAIK, it was still on but I would confirm when back from Norway. They are off down South, inter alia to move my godchild to a new flat on Birmingham, along with her buddy/bidie Angel.

Back from the chemist, to the Shore to meet Bill.  His birthday tripfor Anne to the Borders went well, and they liked the Salmon. His copy of the Book Festival brochure has arrived, so mine will probably await me on my return.

I had a wee rant about the use of Deprecate instead of delete. John was sitting our side of the bar, sipping a Furstenburg.  Danny on duty was replaced by Keith, looking a bit cheerier than last week. And there was a couple of Norwegians in the bar, flying to Bergen on Thursday!

Then there was Sunny.  It’s a new cask beer from Pilot, with a fair bit of Citra and busrting with flavour, even at 3.8%. After the wine and Bill left, I had a pint! Then it was sunny outside after hail.  Home before 18:00 in between showers.

David Scott journalist has died.

Tuesday, 04 June 2024

The forecast for  Bergen and Stavanger, cool and wet. For Oslo, warm and sunny, so more clothing required.

 

I got a call from Dr J.  She said bloods are required sooner rather than later due to meds change. No lecture! Interesting I had no asthma in hospital without Symbicort.

Better weather than expected.

I downloaded Blue Rose Code’s latest.

Monday, 03 June 2024

Another summery day. This prompted the Holiday Haircut.

I popped over to visit Alisdair, as I shan’t see him for a couple of weeks. Little has changed for him.  There’s a meeting coming up with OH and Nicola.  His vision is improving he says. But his highspot was getting out for a haircut, to Newhaven.  Nicola took him. Excellent for morale.  I told him about Justice foaming at the mouth over Joana yesterday (I may have exaggerated slightly😁) Anyway, he enjoyed the story

Sunday, 02 June 2024

Sunny shopping. And so much for Macduff, Stevie!

Two the Malt, two Alan’s plus Julian. Followed by a late appearance from Fortunae and Joana, Julie’s 3-week lodger from Portugal. It got very busy. Julie has been unwell, but now feeling better.  Elaine is sleeping better after Joana has had her drinking some herbal tea!  Justice was fair taken with Joana.

Joana flies home around the same time as I leave for Norway.

 

Almost inevitably, the Shore on way home, which by this time was quite quiet.  I spoke to a nice couple who are almost neighbours. A bit younger than me but only recently married (second time, obvs).

Saturday, 01 June 2024

Summer starts with a bang; or at least warm sunshine.

A message from Iain Cumming for info re their forthcoming Bordeaux visit.  I provided some feedback. Still tempted by Köln…

Otherwise quiet.  I ended up basking on the balcony after dinner with a Sauvblanc. Tits out, earbuds in.

Friday, 31 May 2024

Looks like a spell of fine weather…

A full house n Teuchter’s today; Bruce, Bill, George and Lawrance. No McFarlane, so no message from Seath! I briefed Bill re Keith. He hadn’t (unfortunately) told others of my episode.

I had 2 pints to finish up, after earlier abstinence but fell by the wayside in the Malt.  No Justice but other Alan in good form and confirmed OK with Fergie coming along for his 42^nd  birthday (Everything life universe), but Andy Chung arrived so perforce had a chat and 2 beers!  Lovely upon departure and people sitting out.

Home before 5, and chill, or warm.

Thursday, 30 May 2024

A dry and cool start to the day, and the WoL is placid, with all the stoor from yesterday gone. As a Brucie bonus, I got an email saying I was no longer required for jury duty, settlement having been reached.

I popped over to the Malt to reassure Alan I was still alive; he was quite pleased to see me!  He’s had his ears syringed, with a substantial amount of wax removed; result, his hearing is much improved.

I had a long call from Stevie Seath, who’d noted my hospitalisation.  Much going on with them.  His younger daughter Rihanna is engaged and the elder, Rachel, pregnant expected in September.  The Seaths; grandparents, how times change. Stevie himself has had back problems; slight scoliosis.  They are hoping to come down in July.  His Derby tip: Macduff.

Trump guilty.

Wednesday, 29 May 2024

I really enjoyed a shower and clean undies this sunny morning!  It’s pleasant to have a pristine perineum.

Seemed cool on the balcony so I put my fleece on for shopping; a mistake, it was sunny and warm.  Not for long though according to the forecast.

I brought my life up to date.

Still warm, but getting overcast. There seems to be a pulse of weather coming over from 15:30 for 2 hours.

I arranged to meet Bill, in my absence from Lithgae, at the Shore as per. He wasn’t best pleased that I hadn’t told him about my hospitalisation, but appreciated my reasons. As we sat, the rain started. Anyway, a pleasant couple of winey hours, he on white, me on red (for my heart, obvs).

Keith and John were this side of the bar, rather glum. The Shore had problems last week with the cellar flooding (like the Malt).

And to further celebrate survival, a nice bloody sirloin steak for dinner.

There was a rather interesting program on PBS (again) called Italy’s Invisible Cities.  Tonight; Venice. Next programme; Florence.  Must watch. (I am recording the second program on Berlin.)

Tuesday, 28 May 2024

I slept reasonably well. Woken for BP (normal), followed by a light breakfast. Currently dry outside, rain promised.

I had an early visit from the consultant (Dr Gibson). Still unsure, as the only test out of kilter is the Troponin. He doesn’t think it was a heart attack.  Another test today plus ECG, if both OK, home with statin and Aspirin, possible scan follow-up. He made the obvious remarks on weight and alcohol intake.

I called the surgery to follow-up the bloods, and passed on the news. So, we’ll see…

 

Lunch was soup and a sandwich, augmented by ice-cream and an apple.

Then I was moved out of my room to a 4-bed ward as they needed mine for infection control! (Ward 54 is mixed cardio/respiratory.).

Then pishing rain.

A message from Willie to see if I was OK for the trip to Linlithgow.  I gave him the story!  As a former heart sufferer himself he was concerned and knowledgeable. Maybe next month we’ll see each other.

The doctor came round to see me. The Troponin was down but still elevated. I was to get out, but a CT scan TBA. So I eventually got the paperwork etc and out for 19:05. Looks like Norway will be OK, and no I didn’t ask!

 

I went to see Alisdair. He wasn’t so great but is hopeful of supported accommodation in either Comrie or Perth in the not too distant future.  He appreciated the irony of my visit when I explained the timing!

 

I got a taxi home, and ordered a Chinese before returning Pamela and Fergie’s earlier calls, and make my confession. Jim Bannerman has died, funeral today.  Craig is also on statins; he’s in his fifties!  Last time I saw him he was a youth.

Monday, 27 May 2024

I was taken in for more tests around 23h00: bloods and ECH. Then second bloods at 02:00. Long long long. BP down to 138/74 👍

Second blood not so good so I had to stay in until later. The AMU is not the most comfortable place…. Another ECG, spray, anti-coagulant jag, tablets, chest X-ray

Still here…  At 07:20: OJ and coffee prior to transfer to Base 1 ward and staff  changeover.

BP up again. Erratic.

 

Saw the Medical reg, followed by cardiologist. Troponin elevated, all else OK. Tentative diagnosis, angina, but stay in overnight for obs. Possibly an angiogram (RIE), and a transfer to cardiology ward 54.

 

Split pea soup and an egg mayo sandwich was a nice lunch. So here I am, sitting in a small room just like Alisdair in the next building. Ironic.

 

I waited and waited and eventually turned lights out at 23h00, so of course they then came to move me to W54. Settled in at 23:37, in another single room, this one with en-suite. Still no Symbicort.

Sunday, 26 May 2024

Dreich, and two Yellow warnings! In tune with my feelings about the pre-election period.

It was quiet in the Malt, with few randoms braving the weather which wasn’t that bad. No witches, and Justice the only warlock. As I was sitting, I had a chest pain, upper left quadrant.

Justice left, and I was not long in following him as people started flooding in.

 

My chest pain got worse, and  after 5 hours and some research, I called for an ambulance. It came in about ½ hour: 2 girls one from Bo’ness, other across the WoL, they did the tests, seemed OK but BP through the roof. Taxi’d to WGH AMU for more tests. 13 in front of me in the waiting area.

Saturday, 25 May 2024

A call from Kenny to tell me that Don Macpherson died.  He was a former next door neighbour, in his fifties.  He had Pulmonary Fibrosis. What a shame.

I went over to Teuchter’s to watch the EC final. Chris,  Nigel and Tash were there and we were joined by the Hunts.  It was very busy. An absorbing match but little flowing rugby to be seen with no tries in regulation time.  In the end, Toulouse ran out worthy winners, and better game managers, despite a man down.

Thursday, 23 May 2024

I had to remind myself it was Thursday, a slight discombobulation. 

We were supposed to go for a curry in Linlithgow, but after much wasteful chat, we cancelled due to weather and fear to being stuck there. (In the event, there were no problems.)

Yje WoL very high and fast though.

Wednesday, 22 May 2024

I got the shopping done early before the promised deluge, and China Red.

It was dry to start, and I picked up Is and Don and had a very enjoyable catch-up.  Don doesn’t drive any more, either club or car.  He has Alzheimer’s but seemed pretty good to me. Is’s knees are nae sae guid, possibly vascular.  She wants to move, he doesn’t.

Mel and Ron are looking out for them of course.  Ron has one bathroom showroom which he shares with a pal who does kitchens, a good arrangement. (Boscolo.) Mo Baxter is still on the go. A good lunch but it was raining when we left (as forecast).

I dropped them off.  They’ve extended their conservatory, a lovely job.

Home for 15:00, and the Sunak GE announcement. The enjoyable irony of being soaked and drowned sonically.

And David Wilkie has died. A Scottish icon.

Tuesday, 21 May 2024

An early breakfast but late checkout, and an X19 to La Bonne Auberge to meet the Garrabost cousins. Hot!

I was first in so I had a chilled white at the bar. When John M and Chrissie arrived, it transpired that Mairi had been sitting alone for some time!

Anyway, good catching up.  JM told me all about Blochairn market, which I’d never hear of.  Very interesting. A hugely enjoyable time with my cousins, as always.

Glasgow I love you.

Home around 7:15, some soup

Monday, 20 May 2024

Grey, but I’m off to Glasgow, and the sun came out, but still a cool easterly as I took a tram to Haymarket, just in time to hop on a train to GLQ.  Sitting across from me at a nest of 4, was a young female(?), concealed behind a mask, long hair and a hood. What is the story I wonder?

As we crossed the country, it got greyer, contrary to expectations. Hopefully warmer.

It was. I walked to the Bavaria Brauhaus for a great afternoon with Iain Cumming.  He is juggling his shop and job, which is wearying.

To the Red, where I scored a wee upgrade. I didn’t fancy an Indian or going anywhere, so unusually, an inhouse pizza which tbf was very good, and just what I needed. To the Sky  bar for a nightcap  in the sun. 

Sunday, 19 May 2024

Haar down again, but not too cold at Sainsbury this morning.

At Bill’s invitation, I joined them to meet Llinos at Teuchter’s.  Mark joined us too.  They ate, I’d lunched already.  Nice to meet up.

Afterwards, a brief visit to the Malt to conform Bill’s assertion that  briefly Tyneside Blonde was now £5.  He was right.  Billy Hicks et al will be ragin’

A swift on in Shore before dinner.

Glasgow tomorrow.

Saturday, 18 May 2024

A quiet day of recovery. The cygnets have hatched, and there are far too many curious people lurking close to the nest.

Key to success is luck.

Friday, 17 May 2024

To Waverley, to get the same train I got to Berwick a fortnight ago: Newcastle this time, and the Royal Scotsman was again sitting at platform. John J joined me and we headed off to the Centurion.  Unusually, Colin was early.

I started off on coffee, but we moved over to the Newcastle Tap which was enough to set my feet on the wrong path.  Then the Forth, before going back to Las Iguanas for a very pleasant late lunch enjoying the nice weather.

Colin had little good news about our former drinking buddies Jim Harrow and Ray.  Age and alcohol has taken their toll. Finally we went our separate ways. Our train home was going to Stirling, so I stayed on at Waverley and got the tram home from Haymarket.

Thursday, 16 May 2024

Haar again.

I went to (local) Sainsbury’s on the way to the surgery, and ran into proud grandpa Walter Smith. His boy has signed for Glasgow. He himself seems little changed, although he shrugged his shoulders when I asked.

At the surgery, BP 142/98, weigh 128 kg.  Not going to be a happy call from Judy idc.

 

It became Lovely in Leith once the haar burnt off. On the way to meet Tom et al, I stopped off at the Tolbooth for a nice Bitter and Twisted. It was full of Yanks. Only May and all the tables reserved. There were various tour buses every few minutes down the Royal Mile Then to the Bow where I had a pleasant few ½s and a most enjoyable encounter with a Dutchman, before walking up to meet Tom at one of his new charges, an Aparthotel.

A very nice suite, and we had a nice Thai dinner with Alison and Isla in fine form. A pleasant evening with lovely views down the Mound and along Princes St.

Home by taxi for 23:30 after far too much wine.

Newcastle tomorrow!

Wednesday, 15 May 2024

The haar burning off, and I was able to park and visit Alisdair. On the way, a van with the name on the back “Paddy O’Doors” amused me.

He’s had cans, on meds, no stent, erraticadouble vision, but his writing is much better. His bad news was that there is a 6/7 months waiting list for sheltered housing in Comrie. He has a meeting with SW, Occ H, and his sister Nicola etc, to discuss way forward.  He’s been out at the café and front of building, which is also progress.

Car Parking queue was horrendous on departure. Not my problem though, and the sun’s out.

 

I met Bill and we sat outside the Shore, more wine than intended, talking (intellectual of course) nonsense.  Pleasant when the sun shone, bearable when it did not.  Anne’s friend Llinos is up this weekend with her daughter, so maybe see them. Home for 17:30.  The haar thickens adain…

Is and Don next week.

Tuesday, 14 May 2024

Cooler. Damp, and my effort to visit Alisdair ended as no parking at WGH.

Still, a bit of washing… and bike

The big excitement today was the commencement of quayside fence painting.

Monday, 13 May 2024

A call to Mairi. I told her I’d be in Glasgow next week. She was at a funeral for Iain T’s sister Mary at Mortonhall, but hadn’t made Murdag’s (John Murdo and Chrissie had, however).

Fergie call, he’s down in June if he can get a suitable booking. I got mixed up with the winds he and Pamela had in Nerja. Levanters, not Grégale.

Sunday, 12 May 2024

Another fine start to the day; I hope the Dons continue it. (They did.)

Over to Teuchter’s to meet Ron before he went to Easter Rd.  Bill came over too, very happy with the result yesterday. After they departed, I had a pint with Kippax et al.

 

At the Shore, Kenny and Brian were joined by a Trombonist, who was really rather good. They had Stewart’s Citra Blonde on and 80p cheaper than the Malt! The return of the Fergs, from Nerja has been annpunced…

A message from Accies; Brian Archer has died in hospital! He’d Facebooked on Thursday to say he’d had a successful operation with 4-6 weeks recovery.  We played prop together.  Shocking.  Too many people… The downside and reality of ageing.

Saturday, 11 May 2024

Another pleasant day.

I started playing with Liz’s old Pentax PZ-10.  I was tempted to go over to Teuchter’s to see how busy, but instead I went uptown to Lakeland on a v busy tram.  Stupid; anyway, tram and town heaving and hot, Girls in their Summer Clothes the only pro. Cu-nim around. I did my shopping and returned via the Malt, where we were joined by Lee Forrest. 

A couple sat next to Alan, one of whom was obviously espousing the “Free the nip” cause.  Rather amusingly, he didn’t notice.

I returned via the Shore where I resisted the  temptation to remain after 2 wines.  

Home 17:45, eventually. No rain, balcony seat now out,  curry stuffed.  And the quayside full of people.

Friday, 10 May 2024

Another fine day, sufficient for me to wear a T shirt for my first visit to Teuchter’s for a while. Sitting down, I was shortly joined by Lawrance Reilly! And then Ian Lindsay, who had in fact been instrumental in leveraging Lawrance’s attendance apparently. Bill, when he arrived, was equally astonished.  Bruce was returning from a river cruise, and George was having a biopsy, hence just the 4 of us, and I shall be in Newcastle next week.

I was mostly on softs, but I had one Jarl to finish.  Bill left relatively early, a new couch was being delivered. Iain talked about a fine curry house, the Gurkha Musselburgh, so I’ve marked that down. It’s close to Staggs (in fact, now that I think about it, next to the bus stop home).

I stopped outside the Malt, where Alan (who’d visited Alisdair earlier), and Geoff with his son and daughter(Gemma and Steve) to celebrate his 60th. Lunch at Teuchter’s with children looking unlikely!  Julian joined us, confirmeing he was keen on the Fyne trip.  Elaine, Kenny (Mr & Mrs), Levi, Jim Gig also, in due course. Lovely and warm but I left after 2 pints, no stop-offs, and the entire Shore busy.  It will be worse tomorrow.

 

“Sell in May” is not looking such a good nostrum, presently.

 

Washing outside. Shorts on, and still warm at 23h00

No aurorae, but the “…new muin  late yestr’een in the auld muin in her airm…” was very lovely; hopefully no “deadly storm”.

Thursday, 09 May 2024

Sunny and warm today, I hope.  With my various doings this week, I’m a bit out of order with my days!

A call from Kenny: he saw the consultant yesterday who was pleased with his progress and is arranging another MRI in Glasgow. He had details of his recent episode. And it was sunny and warm.

Wednesday, 08 May 2024

A message from Annie; she got home at 00:45!  It’s supposed to be warm, looks like the May Window may have arrived for us.  If so, Teuchter’s will be heaving at the weekend.

Off to Kay’s to meet the Aitkens for the afternoon.  There was no sign of Fraser. A couple of Jarls and wine, before we went to the Wally Dug, which I haven’t been to for many years.  It had only just opened. Had a pint of Mór, which you don’t usually see down here. Then to the Cumberland, which only had 3 beers on.  We sat outside on the pavement tables, before heading to our final destination, Rollo. Now, although I chose this, I’d never been before, but it turned out really well.  It’s a nice place, mor a restaurant than a pub, but the food and wine was very good and the service ditto.  A very good way to finish off the afternoon.

I phoned my GP to postpone bloods til next week!

I left the Aitkens at 20:00 to catch the tram home.

Tuesday, 07 May 2024

Annie away to Glasgow gig mid-afternoon, she’s driving home afterwards, the fool!  I went to see Alisdair.  Continuing improvement, and he sees a Social Worker tomorrow about assisted living.  Nicola will be with him.  He sees an Optometrist next week about his double vision. He was cheery and glad to see me.  

Home, for the day.

Monday, 06 May 2024

Pishing rain today!

I got an email from Radisson to say my tier points were expiring, so I booked an overnighter in Glasgow. Just because.

Teuchter’s was very busy as I parked my car there, after being to Aldi, and meeting Richard H on the way home via Shore to book a table for tonight. Of course it’s May holiday weekend. It dried up and is much warmer, later on.

Annie arrived around 4, I cracked open a bottle of fizz, which we finished before heading to the Shore. A very pleasant dinner, Annie finishing with Affogato, and fizz in the bar before going home. Music, and bed before midnight.

Sunday, 05 May 2024

Over to OT to pick up stuff.  There’s a lot of changes going on. Pure Gym has taken over a ¼ of the 1^st floor, and building works going on in much of the rest of the place.

The sun came out finally, and Bernard Hill has died.

Annie P arrives tomorrow, and I stayed in for the rest of the day.

Saturday, 04 May 2024

Jacqui missed the bus she was supposed to join me on, and so she got a taxi to meet me at a very busy Deacon Brodies, before we went to Le Bistrot.  A fine lunch.  I started with a Quiche Lorraine (generous portion), followed by a ragout of beef. Very tasty. Jacquis dessert was sub par and we were not charged for it, but she enjoyed herself nevertheless.

Afterwards we walked down the Mile, failing to gain entrance to the Advocates Library on the way, and she buying a pendant in the craft market in the Tron Kirk.

We sat outside the Canon’s Gait for a drink. Then to the Kilderkin, which was my first visit since James Nesbit surrendered it. I had a  lovely Oakham.  Finished in the Malt and Hops and home 17:30, stuffed. 

Friday, 03 May 2024

The start of a busy weekend.  Today, Berwick on Tweed with the Geordie lasses and Jim; tomorrow, lunch with Jacqui R at Le Bistrot.

We caught the 10:30 (I get that one in a couple of weeks with John J to meet Colin in the Toon).  Jane Hudson was with the girls too, at the Leaping Salmon. I hadn’t seen her since I retired.

The Leaping Salmon is no longer a JDW, but had changed not at all. After a couple we went to the Atelier which was a fantastic wee place. Decent beer, interesting food menu (which we didn’t have), and good service.  Like Macarthur, I shall return.

Our next visit was the Curfew, a micropub across the road.  This too was a great wee place and we sat outside in the warmth of the day, sipping away.

Out final pub was Foxtons, which was also fine but the first two had spoiled us.  We went for lunch to a Turkish restaurant next to Curfew and had a very good meal there before heading for the station and going our separate ways. 

Home before 8pm, weary

Thursday, 02 May 2024

Sunnier, and even warmer today, as I did my shopping.

Lawrence and I went to see Alisdair. He’s talking about Sheltered housing in Comrie.  Although it’s out of hospital, I don’t see it as a long term solution; hopefully he doesn’t either.

After we went to the Malt and Hops and met Justice.  I took a call from my GP.  Fortunately it was only to discuss my Omeprazole dosage, which we agreed to reduce (a good thing) and I made an appointment for bloods.

Thereafter, a dalliance in the Shore till 18:15 – dangerous.

I watched an Eric Burdon documentary on iPlayer which was good, thanks Jim.

Wednesday, 01 May 2024

Happy Beltane. Also, Mayday, and haar!  So plenty of dew for maidens to bathe their faces in. However, I was off to Glasgow to meet Anne C, where it was supposed to be warmer. So I decided to wear a jacket and shirt, and when I stepped out into that cold damp wind, wondered if I’d made the right decision. I took a tram to Haymarket.

These days, I think there are more cafés than bars on Leith Walk.

I got a coffee at the station, and got on a relatively quiet train to GLC. The haar started to lift around Livingston. A chap sat beside me seeking help. He was supposed to be going to Camelon. I told him to get off and switch platforms at L South and get back to Haymarket, platform 2 not 4! Fortunately there was a train due for him.

My train is timetabled to stop at Shotts for 7 minutes, god knows why.

WhatsApp message from Annie P suggesting lunch at La Lanterna, a place I’ve never been to.  Meeting Anne a GLC, she preferred the Italian to the Bavaria Brauhaus!  And in fact it was very good.  It’s been a family-run business for years, authentically Italian,. My lasagne was a huge and very tasty main, along with a bottle of wine.

Afterwards, we had a wee glass in the Champagne Bar, as Anne awaited her train. Jack is not as great as he used to be; but that’s Father Time for you.

She got her train, I missed the fast 16:04, and got the 16:19 which was a full Stopping Train emptying as we progressed. I listened to the latest Mark Knopfler album.  Quite good.

Return of the haar.  I did not stop for a pint in Ryrie’s, home for 18:30.  Great day.

Tuesday, 30 April 2024

As April comes to an end, so do other things.  Kenny’s awa’ (to Aberdeen to meet a chum); the worst spring I can remember comes to an end…

There’s an interesting series on C5 about Great Rivers of Britain.  The  Clyde was first.  Worth a watch.

Monday, 29 April 2024

I saw there was to be a statement from Humza Yousaf.

Lawrence and I visited Alisdair in his geriatric ward.  He is improved. We didn’t stay too long.

I dropped off KN at Teuchter’s wanting to avoid the inevitable. I went home and brought paperwork up to date, and I finished my photo gallery from Wales, before going over myself for a coffee. I managed to restrict myself to that and a visit to Aldi, before  dragging the lad home for dinner. First strawberries of the season (Scottish) were ok, but forced.

And so Yousaf is going.

Sunday, 28 April 2024

Well, we’re both awake! I went off to Sainsbury, and after stowing the shopping knocked the balach up and was pleased to hear a grunted response.

Jacqui R called; she’d spoken to Alisdair, she said he sounded dreadful. However, I’d need to see him myself.

After breakfast and KMD watching trash TV we headed to Teuchter’s so I could pay my tab from Friday. George was in with his family, but no Lawrence. Then, Malcolm, Deen’s son arrived at the bar!  He’d heard us speaking in Gaelic and remembered me from Celtic Connections. He’s done the Newhaven 10K with his cousin. It was great to see him.

 

Later, to the Malt to see the coven, Lawrence (just hours back from Turkey) Jacqui, Justice and later Jim. Good craic. Jacqui and I arranged to go for lunch on Saturday, hopefully Le Bistrot. And Lawrence is organising a Fyne ales trip.

Saturday, 27 April 2024

Fergie called, about to depart for Glasgow and foreign climes for some warm sunshine.

Kenny’s flight landed 1/2 hour early, but about 2 hours later I got a  call from Teuchter’s to say he’d arrived  He fucked up the 200 and got 100/16 instead. So I went down and we watched the rugby with Tash and Nigel. Scotland lost, but Edinburgh and Glasgow won. Teuchter’s was heaving.

We went home and dumped his case before going for a wine to the Shore, followed by a curry at the Kahani. 

Friday, 26 April 2024

Once again, I woke to Sunshine on Leith. A quick visit to Welch’s, before Teuchter’s.

George made it and his daughter Debbie picked him up.  It was busy on the bridge even if cold.  I stuck to Slime, but got caught by Julie at the Malt and had 4 pints.  Could have been worse, I didn’t stop off at the Shore.  A call from Kenny, he’s coming tomorrow.  An astonishing amount of mail when I checked, including a hilarious card from Pamela Scott.

Thursday, 25 April 2024

The last leg.

The SNP Greens coalition over. Interesting times…

Is this April the coolest for ages? Certainly feels like it, even dahn saf.

 

My first train, to Crewe, is on time; it’s a Class 197 from Carmarthen to Piccadilly. Not too busy, plenty of seats. The second, to home, is delayed due to a network obstruction  near Milton Keynes , so my 40 minute wait is looking like 60+.

 

Eventually it arrived, and the Pendolino was busy in cattle class, but my seat was OK. Music on. Piles of people got on at Preston. Standing room only for some.

 

We arrived Haymarket just under 30 minutes late. I avoided Ryrie’s, & hopped on a tram, clenching my bladder. It seems strange to be back. Princes St, blue sky and cherry in full bloom; lovely.

 

Home for 15:15 and after a much-needed pee, headed out to food shop, and after, make a Delay Repay claim. 

A washing on, and opened the balcony door to let fresh air in; it’s quite warm in the sun and out of the breeze.

Dinner, early night, and a rest for the liver. I see Everton beat Liverpool last night. Bill will be ragged tomorrow.

And a message from Jim A; Liz Webb has died.  

Wednesday, 24 April 2024

In the breakfast room, there were  some great ship models and prints. Afterwards, I walked downhill to the station.

As the track is single, I decided to take the train down to Fishguard Harbour (terminus) to return. That worked fine, so I travelled the whole line. It was a class 150 to start. 25 minutes on single track with no PLs, so not a busy section. It doubles at Clarbeston Road.

 

To the maxim that “It is better to travel than arrive”, should be added the caveat “so long as there is decent catering and toilet facilities”.

 

Our first stop was Whitland, a junction station for Pembroke Dock, then our terminus, Carmarthen, which is in fact the end of the line. I crossed to the other platform (unusually, an at-line crossing) for the train to Llanelli, which was a Class 197 heading (briefly) back the way we came before taking the Cardiff line.

 

I arrived at Llanelli on time. A GWR express from Carmarthen to Paddington passed through. Having checked, it seems like my service to Shrewsbury is a single 153 arriving from Swansea! If it’s too crammed, I’ll abandon the Heart of Wales line. The capacity checker suggests it is. There is another via Cardiff on the other line.

 

At any rate, it was on time, and almost empty! Although a few people did get on. Nearly 4 hours to Shrewsbury, and even this clapped out train has power points and decent WiFi.  I’ll be hungry by the time I arrive.

 

At the last bit of double on this line, we were stuck for 15 awaiting the late down train. Then onto the single-track line tracking the rivers  Loughor, Towy and Irfon. Lovely countryside. The Sugarloaf station and tunnel were also notable.

The passenger density of the carriage remained about the same, with a few people getting on and off at the various small stations (some with passing loops, some not); locals and trippers. For the first time this trip, I had music on.

 

Our last stop in Wales was the strangely-named Knucklas, before passing into Shropshire and moving towards Shrewsbury.

 

I had a pint at the Castle Vaults on my way to my hotel (in which I’d stayed on my last visit).  After checking in, a short pub crawl before eating at the Castle Thai.

The news mentioned that there had been a school stabbing incident at Ammanford school, which we’d passed earlier.

 

Wales has a lot of tidal creeks and marshes. The bus connections are much better signed and organised than in Scotland. And my travel pass was excellent value.

Tuesday, 23 April 2024

Farewell Aberystwyth, hello Fishguard, I hope. There was confusion over bus times, timetables giving different info. I dived into the station Wetherspoons to ponder, and had 3 ½ pints.

The 11:10 bus was running, day pass £6.70  so the first part of the journey, to Cardigan on the A487 was OK Not many on the bus. The Wifi was not working, and the driver going like the clappers! A busy windy trunk road.

Passing Aberaeron, a pretty and busy little place with a sign for Felinfoel Brewery. Not seen any of their beers in the north. Quite a few people got on. It has a small busy harbour at the eponymous mouth. A lovely beach at Aberporth, and surf.

And the change for Fishguard at Cardigan was immediate

 

A nice journey to Fishguard, bit of sun, pleasant countryside. And I arrived almost as planned, but the bus didn’t go as far down as I’d hoped, so getting off, I found myself beside the CAMRA branch pub of the year, the Royal Oak. Pure serendipity. It’s where the last invasion of Great Britain was halted by the Welsh in 1797. The idiots!

Anyway, it’s got a narrow front but is surprisingly large inside, and seems popular, with families too. I had a pleasant pint whilst I awaited my steak and ale pie. Time enough to get a bus down to my hotel for tonight, the Glendower. Felinfoel Double Dragon was on draught.

 

After checking in, etc, I took a bus back to the Royal Oak.  I sign on the tables saying

FOIK @7 threw me, thinking it was Food Only plus something. The barman told me it was FOLK @ 7!

Anyway. I ate there and it was good, the folkies arrived and they were good, and so was the Merlot I moved onto for my last night in Wales.

A chap did a  good version of Pancho and Lefty. It reminded me of that afternoon in Babbity Bowster. Nice to hear non-Scottish folk.

 

The buses did not run late so I took a taxi down for a nightcap to hear people arguing about Rwanda and realised why the Welsh voted for Brexit. Bed before 11 though

 Monday, 22 April 2024

A substantial breakfast at least, and I hirpled down to the Vale of Rheidol station, which is about 0.5 K down the main line. All the buildings are modern, albeit built in an old style. It was a nice morning, much better than forecast, and I was beginning to regret my sweatshirt and waterproof. Today, I’m doing a return trip.

 

Half an hour before departure, no train and damn few people. In the distance though, I hear a characteristic chuffing. I walked down, and Llelwyn was emerging from the train shed to water up, and collect the carriages. There was only about a score of people waiting.

 

I went into an open carriage, for better camera work, as some more people trickled in. Not enough to cover costs though, I’d have thought.

After travelling for a short while, I was glad of my warmer clothes. The Vale is pleasant country, the Rheidol running through it and most of the land used for livestock farming: sheep, cattle and horses. Field division here is hedge and fence.

Eventually we reached our terminus at Devil’s Bridge (a famous landmark).  After a number of photos, I walked down to the Hafod Hotel, for a pint of Butty Bach.

I sat on an enclosed carriage on the return trip.

 

Arriving back at Aberystwyth, I went to the White Horse. At first I thought I’d strayed into a JDW by mistake, but this similar place is a Stonegate pub. Two halves for £3.60 is good. A full pint of Hobgoblin Gold at £3.10 is even better!

However, I decided not to graze there, but go on to Bottle and Barrel again, for a couple (really), and then went for a curry (I was feeling the need) at the Light of Asia nearby.

It was good.

Back via the sea front and the magnificent war memorial and ruins of the castle of that French bastard Eddie 1 of England. Time for a beer before an early night, and my penultimate night in Wales.

Aberystwyth is a bit run down though, Welsh not so evident as in Porthmadog. And full of Shitehawks.

 

A message from Nicola: Alisdair has been moved to the WGH and is improved. I passed on the good news to the coven. I’ll see him at the weekend I hope.

Oh, and my OAP increase is through. The last big one probably, for what time remains to me.

Sunday, 21 April 2024

After breakfast (twice the size of yesterday’s for some reason and served much quicker), I went down for a last visit to Blaenau Ffestiniog station and sat outside with a coffee and lemon drizzle cake until it was time to make my way to the BR station.

 

A train was loading up with visitors and left as I sat, sipping. I took a bus the short distance to the station to catch the train to Birmingham International. Changing at Dovey. The temperature has increased today, there was warmth in the sun.

 

The train, which today was a 158, left on time and crosses the Glaslyn well north of the town, so just a short bridge, unlike the one at Barmouth, the famous viaduct. But first we pass along the river Dwyryd with its salt flats, very similar to Glaslyn. It’s all part of the same linked area. Farewell Snowdonia, hello to Harlech and its Men.

 

Behind me, a group of lads going somewhere, drinking beer and blethering. In Welsh, which was nice.

Moving south, passing Cardigan bay, we reached Llanbedr and its aerodrome. Some buildings and a windsock was all there was to see.

 

Barmouth otoh was amazing.

The lads got off at the small station Fairbourne, where there is a miniature railway, but I suspect that was not their destination. Down here, the sky was  overcast, although I could see blue over Llyn in the distance. Cardigan Bay was calm, but the amount of rock armour surrounding the line when it’s close to the shore implies danger sometimes. There’s a lot of small green dyke-enclosed fields with sheep and lambs. And holiday chalets, as we headed for Aberdovey, where we took a sharp left along the North bank of the Dovey to the eponymous Junction, where I changed for the train south to Aberystwyth. The line, I should mention, is single all the way apart from occasional passing loops – not at every station, many of which are requests.

The beaches vary from sandy to rocky, as the mood takes them. The sea appears empty.

Some nice wall mosaics at Tywyn, as the down train, also a 158, passes through.

 

The Dovey estuary reminds me of the Solway, but Dovey Junction, there is nothing! Or anybody.

The Aberystwyth connection came along 15 minutes later, I couldn’t see anyone else on  it. It only takes 25 minutes, and there’s just two other stations on the line, Borth, where 3 people came on and there was an artist painting, and Bow St, which appeared to be devoid of runners.

Strangely, no announcements in Welsh.

 

Time to move apps from Traksy to What Pub. Not a good start, the first selection was closed for reasons unknown, the second offered me a substandard Mallinsons, the 3^rd doesn’t open until 1900 and not on Sundays.

 

And my room is in a garret, with shared toilet.

 

Off to the Bottle and Barrel, which was much better. The prices here are more what one would expect to pay, although cheaper than home! After a couple of most enjoyable paddles and chat with the bar staff, I opted for Hungarian food at Paprika. I was the only diner which worried me, but the Smoked pork knuckle with cream and sauerkraut was delicious.

 

Back to the Bottle for a finisher, and a call from KN. His MRI result seems good, a diminishing haematoma, with improvement. Another scan idc. He’s planning on coming down later in the week, so we’ll see.

 

Then, to the seaside, where the setting sun was lovely. Young people on the beach beside a lit fire, jousting. Who will win the favours? Ah, memories.

 

The eternal parade continues along the front. The sun sank slowly, to be replaced, erratically, by the  equivalent of streetlamps along the coast. The waxing moon moved over. Peace, peace, peace, as the pinks turn to grey and the scents of the nearby sea-food Hut fill the air.

Eventually I left the present, past, and would-be lovers to the shadow of the ruined castle.

Before bed, a nightcap at the nearby GwesTY Castell hotel. A bottle of Moho, an bed for the back of 10.

Saturday, 20 April 2024

A bright day, scanty breakfast. I decided against Portmeirion; for one thing, no bus service.

So a stroll around the waterfront to make the most of the sunshine. I went into the Australia, which was mostly empty, thankfully, at this early hour. Six Purple Moose beers on; my favourite being the Pale Ale. Nice bar. Then I walked to the other taproom, at the BR station, before walking back to Spooner’s for lunch. Some more excellent views and the smell of the smoke from the steam-coal is so redolent.

 

I booked dinner at my GH for 8:30: Prawns Gambas and Rack of lamb. Prawns excellent, ditto lamb.

 

Unlucky for the Dons, they fought magnificently. Great result for Scotland Women v Italy though and a good performance by Chloe Rollie.

Edinburgh so far, not. But the Gunners recovered. So all ended well.

 

And so to bed.

Friday, 19 April 2024

A grey dawn, but sun is promised. By the time I got on the train to Blaenau, it was still cold and damp. The train was busier than I expected, but not full. To the right as we proceeded along the Conwy Valley Line, the Firth of Conwy and mountains on the far side. A few snow patches to be seen. On the left, more cultivated. The river is tidal for quite a long way, as far as Llanrwst. Given the amount of rock armour surrounding the line, flooding can be a problem.

 

We crossed the Conwy before Betws y Coed where there was a miniature railway setup, and some old mainline carriages of mixed types. We moved in a more SW direction, still with the Conwy further below us, and Snowdonia ahead. More mountainous now, on both sides, as we are in a valley, and now follow the course of the Lledr, a tributary of the Conwy. Hill sheep country. Finally, the clouds started to lift as we moved towards Blaenau, just in time as we moved into a long tunnel, which is the longest of its type in the UK at over 2 miles. Emerging, the sight was spoil heaps of slate. Blaenau was built on slate, it’s a grey town.

 

I was successful in getting a single to Porthmadog on the Heritage Railway (20% off with my pass) , and took plenty of images of the train and surroundings. The train itself was not very busy, as it was early in the season. Still too many young children though.

Rockin’ rollin’ ridin’ not much suspension. Leaving a tunnel, we emerged into foothills, and more green, rather than the previous rock and water. On the right, we hug the hill, on the left, the valleys.

 Lots of well-constructed drystane walls. Slate of course.

 

I could see the Glaslyn estuary far below, where Porthmadog lay  but it took a winding time to reach. The line frequently passes outside house front doors. A most enjoyable experience.

 

The Redmonds and Llinos were waiting for me at the station (Llinos came up with them from Cardiff and will return with them to there). Spooners is a café/bar at the station and had 4 beers on tap, including from the local Brewery, Purple Moose.  Very tasty!  We had a good catch-up before they headed back to Dogellau, and I walked to my guest house

Yr Hen Fecws.  My room was on the ground floor and fine.

The Tafarn Pencei GBG bar was round the corner near the quayside, selling London Pride & Bass! Perhaps unsurprisingly, a large amount of English accents.  A nice pub though.

 

Onto the Purple Moose Tap, the Australia, which was far too busy, so I walked along to the

Royal Sportsman, which was a bit posh but a decent pint. I decided to eat there as it had a good menu. A very pleasant place both in the bar area, and dining room. It has a comprehensive menu, covering all the bases and pleasant staff.  There was a South African Maitre d’ in charge.

Prawn, and a nice chicken pie, a Drambuie  and back to the guesthouse, weary.

Thursday, 18 April 2024

After a substantial breakfast I walked down to the station to catch the train to Holyhead, for my first trip into Wales. The journey takes about 1 ½ hours. My Class 197 train started at Manchester Airport. They’re comfortable, if a bit noisy, and certainly better than the Sprinters they’ve had in the past. It’s good to see the emphasis on bilingual signage and announcements. Welsh first of course.

 

It was a pleasant journey along the North Wales coastline, passing Chester Airport (where Airbus build their wings), and a hell of a lot of holiday chalets!

I heard a couple of Scots a few seats away, but when one started talking about reading the Torygraph decided I would not engage.

 

There’s a large offshore wind farm in the bay. As we passed over the Conwy, Anglesey started to appear as we moved ESE. Leaving Bangor, there were two sea-crossings to come. Not many staying on for that, the train was nearly empty.

First, the Menai Strait, then Cymyran Strait. Anglesey is low and fertile: to the SE, the mountains loom greyly against the sky.

 

You can’t really see the Cymyran strait as you cross, it’s almost filled in, and the bridge(s) are banked. A shame. An attractive station, Caergybi, a wee bit like Wemyss Bay and for the same reason ; the ferry link to Ireland. The platform layout is unusual. I walked across the connecting bridge to the town for a pint to Gleeson’s only they don’t do beer in the summer. Bottled Conwy was nice however and it was interesting to hear the Welsh Chatter. The barmaid told me there was cheap Penderyn in Tesco, so I passed on the info to Bill FWIW. After 3 bottles (Only £3!)  I got on the Cardiff train to Llandudno Junction. The rain had started. The train was again almost empty. There was a London train waiting on Platform 1, it would be interesting to know how busy that was.

 

At our first stop, Bangor, loads got on, whatever their final destination was. Onwards, to Llandudno Junction, where the Old Station Hotel for tonight is just across the road. It’s owned by Lees, and there was ale on. My room was large, slightly oddly decorated in a faux African way, but comfortable.

 

The bar area is filled with models and other bric-a-brac, as well as attractive BR Posters; not unlike the Canny Man. Nice pint of Lees, and I decided to eat there as the menu looked decent enough. It became very busy. I don’t think it has a strong identity. The staff vary in efficiency, but don’t seem to be particularly engaging. I was hoping that nothing would be terribly wrong with my dinner, in case I had to complain. My Paté however was very good and seemed home made. My Rioja acceptable, and the Lamb rump with Bubble and Squeak really fine, as was the jus.

Amazingly they close at 21:30 as the place empties. I departed at 20:30, so….

Redmonds tomorrow I hope.

Friday, 26 April 2024

I got up in plenty of time for a pre-departure coffee. Packed, showered, and ready to go. Partly cloudy, but a snell breeze at the bus stop as I  awaited a 16.

Jacqui R got on my bus at the FOTW, so we discussed Alisdair. Her dad’s house is under offer, closure today, so she’s happy.

 

I bought my Wales travel pass at Waverley, from a genial Geordie, and boarded my train.  A full Scottish breakfast, coffee and juice seems like a good start. And it was, better than the Sleeper. The Avanti Pendolino seats are much more comfortable than the class 800s

Also, I think this is my first trip through Carstairs since they remodelled the junction.

 

I changed at Crewe and met up briefly with Tom G, who was heading in the opposite direction!  He’d had a job interview and was meeting Paula tomorrow. 

The train to Chester was a Class 197 non stop but I had a bit of a ticket stushie as I had problems in getting it bought online for the train I was on, but the conductress let me off!

Walking up from the station to my hotel (Moxy) I stopped at the Harkers Arms.  It was OK.

The Moxy a few minutes farther was a nice place with good staff and room.

 

After, the Cornerhouse was my first stop, a nice boozer, quite like the Fountain in Embra. Then the other efforts were not worth stopping for, so I didn’t. I ended up in the excellent That Beer Shop, for a triple of craft kegs before finishing off in the Cellar. I preferred the Cornerstone tbh.

My first Teppan-Yaki experience at Siam restaurant. Fascinating and acrobatic. Then back to the hotel before 7! Weary, on a chill but lovely evening.

Tuesday, 16 April 2024

Seems a pleasant day. I dug my case etc out in prep for tomorrow. My train is at 8:52 so an early rise.
I called the RIE to find out about Alisdair. A chap said he was now in a cardiac ward and gave me the number 0131 242 1020, which was engaged! However, I eventually got through to find it was Ward 103 Bay 7. Generous visiting hours: 10-12, 1 – 5, 6-7. I arranged to pick up Lawrence and headed up. He was a bit confused, and has physical effects from his stroke (eyesight, limb) but will hopefully recover. The first thing is to deal with the cardiac issue. Anyway, we chatted away, and although he was glad to see us, I think he was getting tired. Then his sister Nicola arrived with her (partner?) so we left.

Thelin has signed up to manage the Dons. Well, good luck to him.

Monday, 15 April 2024

An uncertain forecast for my trip to Wales, so my packing will be guided by that.

Bayern Leverkeusen delivered my wager, so I’m £90 better off, so I went for my haircut. The Cherry trees are out in Marionvillle – stunning as ever.

Later, a message from Alisdair Curtis’s sister Nicola.  He was taken into the RIE on Friday with a suspected stroke and heart attack! Hopefully I’ll get to visit him tomorrow before Wales.

Sunday, 14 April 2024

So, over to Teuchter’s, to pay my tab, I fell into bad company: Nigel, Tash, Danny and his pal Tam.  Interesting info from Tam re Siem Reap.  Nigel showed us an amusing Google review of Teuchter’s by a sad loser who complained about the smug customers (Danny, apparently!). After 4 pints I didn’t intend to have, I dodged the Malt, only to fall into the trap of the Shore, where a I ran into Stevie “nail varnish” Moan, Alec (puggy),  Kenny and has more wine that intended, deep sigh. In the end, the promised squalls did not happen. Homeward for 17:30 ….. And to cook curry first, which I did, followed by a rather awesome T-bone.

Saturday, 13 April 2024

Sad news from Fergie, one of my ex DIs, Alan Hunter, has died.

I’ve booked my final rail segment for Norway; Stavanger to Oslo, and my Grand National bet is on in Teuchter’s for the rugby.

Tim (from Dubai) arrived in;  a mess from last night! Then I was joined by a couple from Portugal; Elise (Portuguese) and Job (Dutch), to whom I chatted to apart from the game.  Unfortunately we lost!  A nice couple, on holiday from Portugal.  Then Nigel, Tash and the Hunts arrived, so it was fairly convivial afternoon. Wee Chris and Ying appeared who were going to a wedding but didn’t engage.   I eventually left after 17:45 I think!  My curry-cooking went by the board and I ordered a carry-out. A fun afternoon, if not the usual one.  I have to go back tomorrow to pay my tab.

At home, despite the summer squalls, I have changed to my summer duvet.  And two unwelcome letters: one to call me up for jury duty, and another to say my energy bill DD was going up.

Bettany Hughes in Estonia on telly tonight.

Friday, 12 April 2024

First, I booked Grit, & got a good seat.

Then, a message from Alec Nimmo about Alasdair mac Mhaighstir Alasdair, via Fergie.  To my shame, I hadn’t heard of him.

Over to Teuchter’s as George had said he’d go there to meet Bruce and me.  After a while, he hadn’t appeared and I left a message.  He called me back to say he’s started out but had felt odd and returned.  He didn’t sound great.

After a couple of beers, Bruce and I left for a swiftie in the Malt. No Justice, but there was an American who was interesting to chat to.  We sent him on with some suggested places to visit.

Later, I couldn’t ne bothered cooking so decided on Fish and Chips at Teuchter’s!  Tasha and Nigel, and Danny were there, and I sat with them for a while and it was very busy.  After a generous interval, I left for Domenico’s instead. Usual decent dinner there.

At home, Jethro Tull were on Sky Arts.

Thursday, 11 April 2024

It was supposed to be warm today. And it was, albeit breezy, as I headed up to the NMS for the Wildlife Photography exhibition.

It was excellent, but the Photo journalist section was particularly depressing. Not so much man’s inhumanity to man, as man’s inhumanity to the world.

As I was expecting a delivery which was due around 2, I left, instead of going for my planned haircut. Stopping off for a swiftie in the Malt and Hops, I was surprised to note the absence of Alan, his normal place taken by a quartet of blokes.

At home later in the afternoon, I saw a chap on the other side of the river making a very suggestive rhythmic movement near his groinal area. After a moment, I realised he was reeling his fishing line in.

There was an interesting piece on the BBC Internet about new discoveries in Pompeii. And a notification on my Facebook about a performance by the Grit orchestra at thew festival. I’ll look into it tomorrow.  Annie P is in London then.

Tuesday, 09 April 2024

Not pouring, what happened?  However, I postponed my Glasgow trip to meet Anne to hopefully a better day. I picked up my blind. 

Here comes the sun, in late afternoon.

Come on Scotland! And they did.

Monday, 08 April 2024

Dune today, Wales next week. I took the 34 up to cinema, with a young woman and a puppy, who continually chatted in baby language to the poor animal. By the time I arrived, I was near demented. As was the female, I suspect.

And so to my first time in an IMAX. I had nothing to eat or drink beforehand, and I was the first in: I wouldn’t go to the Starbucks obvs, and didn’t have time for anything else. Hardly anyone else in. I cursed myself for failing to bring my earbud to block both the female on the bus, and the adverts.

It was a  good picture, but the sound was a bit much, even for a deaf person! I didn’t like the ending. I’m a purist. Still, I’d revisit, especially for 3D.

I needed food after so headed for Wings, which were OK and the Fountain ditto, before heading home. The amount of flats being built in Fountainbridge is incredible! Waiting for the 35, the forecast rain started.

This bitter cynical old man still rails at the lies of Project Fear but the torch needed to pass to the next generation, will not be lit by that attitude.

Sunday, 07 April 2024

Sunny if cold.

In the Malt, Hurricane Jack has reached the Beaufort scale of  £6.  Justice was so exercised he spat his teeth on the floor. Rhys joined us but that was it.

In the Shore on the way home to sun on the balcony briefly, but at least the room was warm. Wee wine for a change, before the rather fine lamb chops from Linton.

 

Watching Attenborough’s Mammals: are we are the same, being watched as we watch? Irony.

Louise Clayton has now broken her elbow, not satisfied with her earlier wrist break!  

Saturday, 06 April 2024

A fascinating story and pictures on the internet from the BBC  OTOH, no mention that it’s the 704th anniversary of the Declaration of Arbroath.

I wandered down to the Malt and Hops. Just Justice and a lot of guys in Bumbee Tartan trews going to Moonwake!  Colin (barman) got in a fankle; the cash drawer in the till jammed, and a chap couldn’t get his change.  He accepted my offer of assistance and, amazingly, I was able to unjam it (don’t exactly know how, TBH).  Anyway, it was a hoot.

I popped into the Shore on the way home, where Pinot Grigio is one of the new wines on the list. V tasty

Linda F had been in the Shore the other day, in good spirits according to John. So that’s good.

Friday, 05 April 2024

Dreich again today. I gave Alisdair C a lift to his GP; at least he’s still alive.

Later: George couldn’t make it so it was nice to be back in Teuchter’s. The new gents is excellent. John  offered to pick up George and return him, which is pretty good of him!., Bruce showed me pictures of his new house and he has two dining tables, which will make George jealous-not.

A call from Ron B. Goggs told him the George (in Hamilton) is to take in beer again. Good news for next visit!

Thursday, 04 April 2024

My god; it was dry. A wee patch of blue, even. I got the 16 to Waverley and met Justice in the station bar, one of the worst of its type.  I had a ½ of Deuchars which was OK.

We got on a 6-carriage 385 to Dunbar, and after we stopped at Musselburgh were told the next stop was Dunbar 🥵 Wrong, fortunately. The new East Linton station is fine, typical of the standard new-build presently.

We walked down to the Crown, which was excellent, a log fire, improved weather, nice beer.  After a couple we walked to the second destination, the Linton butcher, for some of their excellent pies. I added some lovely-looking French-trimmed lamb chops to the order; Alan added a kilo of ox-tail to his, and outside he ran into a former colleague from Belhaven.

After chatting we headed down to the Linton Steakhouse, which was a disappointment.  The barman sold us two pints of cloudy beer as a favour.  On the other hand, Alan found another former colleague to reminisce with!  We went back to the Crown for a decent pint before heading back to Leith, after a most enjoyable afternoon.

On the way home, I noticed the Borough is closed!

Wednesday, 03 April 2024

Even ghastlier than yesterday, with driving rain. I wonder what number Rob McKenna would give it?  I’ll have to reread “Hitchhiker” to get an idea. NOT looking forward to shopping today, but needs must, as I’m going to East Linton tomorrow.

 

For today, the heavy waxed jacket I had optimistically put away, has to make a reappearance.  Smug bastard. I’m looking forward to Anderson’s sausages tomorrow though. 

 

Job done, but I’ve broken a cord in by bedroom Venetian Blind.  I’ll have to try and source a replacement. I contacted Phoenix blinds, and the chap called me back in 1/2 hour!  They can do it.

I have booked to see Dune 2 in the IMAX for 12:30 on Monday.  It’s not in 3D, but looking forward to it. Doubtless a wee visit to licensed premises, even if it’s not normally done on a Monday.

On TV; X Files episode 1 tonight.

Tuesday, 02 April 2024

Another bloody awful day in Leith.  Nae sunshine at aa!

I seem to be watching more TV than hitherto. On my TV I have access to all sorts of channels from Samsung.  Today I was watching Ski A&E at Val Thorens, a resort I have skied a couple of times (it’s my favourite).  All these torn bodies – I was lucky!

The new gents in Teuchter’s is complete, must take a look!

 

Keith Miller has left the building, for the final time.  Who’s left out of all my teams over the years?  Kenneth and Sara, for sure.

Monday, 01 April 2024

From a sunny and mild afternoon yesterday, to a bitter easterly today, is an unpleasant change. I had to put the heating on, and made hot soup.

I finished booking hotels in Wales, and  my return ticket to EDB.  By using Split tickets, I’m saving £43!

The clocks may well have gone forward, but it’s gey grey today.

Sunday, 31 March 2024

Post holiday actions today, and a visit to the market, where the Pie Dolly was not to be seen. ☹ then to Aldi prior to heading to the Malt, where there was a lot of random visitors taking advantage of the cold but sunny day.

Justice had been chatting up a Texan woman, but she left.  An amusing wee sojourn, and a daunder into the Shore for a wee tinto.  Brian and Kenny (jazz) in amazing form today. Sharon and Chiara as beautiful as ever.

I yielded to temptation to sit out on balcony with a wine and fell asleep!

Sharpe after dinner.

Saturday, 30 March 2024

I see we are flying in an 8-Max today☹️I left around 7:30 for the airport. Even at this time and on Easter Saturday, it was busy, soon becoming standing only. A reasonable transition through security to the lounge, where I grazed and relaxed until boarding. Getting through to the aircraft was a long tedious process, and that’s with so-called priority boarding. People were still trickling on board 25 minutes after supposed roll-back. We rolled 35 minutes late.

Music today: Seal.

Flying over the Pyrenees was beautiful. Then, crossing over to France we passed Bordeaux and the Garonne estuary, before flying up the Brittany peninsula with the Channel islands on my left, then crossing over to Britain and homeward.

The usual crush at EDI  but so grateful for the ease of the tram home. Although it was very busy. As Kenny Brown indicated, sunny and cool in the capital.

Arriving home, I swiftly departed for the market hoping the Pie Dolly would be there.  Alas she was not, but I picked up a pack of smoked salmon for tomorrow, before delivering DFs to Justice.  He was very happy, but Jacqui R not so much!  She had a skimpy top on, unusually.  And it was far too warm in the pub given the fire was on!

After an enjoyable 3 pints of JHB, I headed home.  A curry carry-out beckons. And an early night to rest my weary bones. Big win for the Dons.

 

Friday, 29 March 2024

To the seaside by Metro and tram.  It’s 24° today. This is a huge area, so despite the numbers of visitors, it looked empty. I don’t know what the water was like but few were venturing forth.

After a wee wander (no paddling), I wanted to visit the Silk Exchange. But both Google and I forgot about Easter diversions. However the bus I wanted eventually came along nevertheless, stowed to the gunwales, and I went to the Silk Exchange only to find it had closed early, so the Tyris Tap was a much needed refuge. Inter alia, I indulged in a Flama (piqueña).

Then Google suggested a bar called Buenos Onda. Best bar of the trip. The food looked great too. I got chatting to Nuno from Portugal, his wife (from Madrid) and two children, the eldest, a 13 year old girl, named Alba as they’d lived in Dublin for a while. Lovely people, which is what beer brings you. He urged Valhalla upon me.

I walked back to the hotel for a late Siesta, stopping off for charcuterie on the way.

 

I decided to take Nuno’s advice and go to Valhalla.  When I went down to the lobby, I found it was raining. WTF?

I got a bus to Valhalla, which is a busy little bar, with a mixed clientele, predominantly younger. It’s a wee bit out of town, so mostly locals I’d guess. I love their logo.

Then, one of the barmen showed me a picture that Nuno had taken of us earlier: talk of the jungle drums! My two favourite bars on the last day…

 

The Portland Ale House will have to wait for another time. I’m not that bothered about an American themed bar.

Public transport is vv busy. Needing food, I tried both Gomez’s but they were full.  I ended up in a place not too far away. Easter is so busy here. I suppose it is back home, if I think about it. And my seat is outside: warmer than home but still with heaters.

I had garlic prawns (no spoon or bread). The Paella was oversalted, so a mediocre meal really, but the staff were good. Not a great farewell, but WTF.

Straight to bed, before 23 hours. Early start tomorrow. Pamela’s birthday too. My flight tomorrow is the first inbound from EDI.

 

Thursday, 28 March 2024

I decided against the Albufera tour as it didn’t start until 16:30, and lasted 3:30, so dark by finish time. Seems daft to me.

 

Instead I went to the art gallery. It was full of religious art, my least favourite thing, although some of it is exquisitely done. A nice building, but despite the pleasant and helpful staff, lacking in guides etc. One leaflet on the temporary exhibition on surrealism was all they had. The other temp was called Fiercely Human, yet more religious art including that bête Noir S Sebastian.

The surrealism  was mostly prints, including a number by Dali, some of which were interesting, and Miro, whom I dislike. Thankfully, Google Lens translated when required. And Google translate is so useful, they are making apps like Duolingo obsolete.

 

The weather continues to get warmer. And my phone has a big new update from Samsung (6.1 UI), with new toys and AI. I’ll take a look later, but first, back to Bukowski, of whom I’d never heard of before. They were undertaking some very noisy repairs, but thirst trumps all. A little girl was helping her dad with these repairs; charming to see.

I had more beer than I should have, but not more than I wanted, before dinner at the Michelin restaurant next door to the hotel, El Poblet.

 

And so it began. A locked door allows access once someone answers the bell, and takes you up stairs to an intimate small restaurant. It’s lovely. A fino to start.

Then the food:

• a marvellous selection of citrus, and a small glass of a meadlike drink!
• Snails and rabbit kidney. Yuck but tasty.
• About 10 courses over 3 hours, finishing with 2 large Drambuies. Most enjoyable and excellent value for around €200

 

 

 

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Wednesday, 27 March 2024

By Tram to Turia on a warm but breezy day. All linen clothing today, so comfortable. A good long stroll along this marvellous stream of architectural woners, and gardens, before a siesta before beer.

 

The beer started off at Bukowski’s, where I met a birder from Kent called Terry. He had been over to Albufera.  He hadn’t been to the Camargue when I asked him.  Been to Lewis though!

 

Onto Ölhops 1, followed by 2, neither of which sold any Scandic beers (on draught). By the time I had my second beer at Ölhops 2, I was hungry (no food all day). I got chatting to an American couple and a Ukrainian chap. What do you say? He is currently living in Stockholm. Anyway, Carne, in the form of steak at an Argentinian restaurant round the corner from Ölhops.  Just what the doctor ordered, along with red wine.

Stuffed! Early night, no nightcap. Heat increasing.

Tuesday, 26 March 2024

So, after a sound night’s sleep, a Continental breakfast only. Weather seems fine. I saw that Bernard Ponsonby is retiring; he’s a loss, I rated him highly.

A Hop on off bus today. This is a beautiful city, and the best bus tour I think I’ve done. It covered a lot: Bullring, Turia gardens and all the stunning architecture. It was about 2 hours, excellent vfn.
Afterwards, to the Tyris brewery tap: a welcome stop, as many of the others don’t open until later. The Flam at 8.5 drinks like a 4. Justice would fall for it. Literally.

Time for a siesta, before Nacho picks me up. Which he did around 6. We went to the Market Beer bar where I embarrassed myself by trying out Spanish on an English barmaid. She’s here to improve her Spanish. It’s a nice wee bar.
Nacho then took me to a Tapas bar, which was excellent and cheap. We had 3 tapas each: gambas, seppia, sardines, with wine, before he escorted me back to the hotel via some lovely sights. We will maybe meet up on Friday. He’s going to try for a job in a new Marriott.
Muy Buenos y muchas gracias Nacho.
I popped next door to Gomez for a nightcap.

W P Nel has retired. A great servant.

Hotel at 22:30. Tired. But I have to come back here. Nacho has a son an his family are Castilian.

I booked the Michelin next door for Thursday

Monday, 25 March 2024
Off on the tram at 11:50. It was cold and raining. Goodbye to all that.
A decent transition through to the Aspire lounge for some lunch etc. Especially etc. There was much surface water on the runway trailing behind flight movements. My aircraft today was on its 5th flight, having started off at EDI. It’s not an 800-Max, for a mercy, but was an hour behind when we rolled back.
I noticed there are now solar panels at the end of 06. I always crack up when during the safety demo, they refer to an emergency evacuation… 😉Anyway, we arrived 45 minutes late. I picked up my travel pass from a kiosk and got the tram, which became V busy as we went into the city.
The hotel was a 10 minute walk, but thd pavement was wet and slippy!
The room is small but OK, given price. Very pleasant girl at FOH, and she pointed out a couple of places for food. I was glad for the Mediterranean habit of eating late. The restaurant, Gomez was fine.
Behind me, there was a couple of American lassies ( Nina and Jacqui) who were amusing, chalk and cheese. We engaged in convo; they are travelling to San Sebastian, so I gave them some tips.
Home before midnight, glad for my bed.

 

Sunday, 24 March 2024

Prepped for tomorrow, my packing done apart from toiletries. Just in time to get away from the yellow snow warning…

A call from Fergie to say fareweel. He had a story about two different people asking about Josip Campin!  A former Aberdeen colleague who was quite and reserved, but popular with the ladies.  The link was his barber Dick who is 74, dating a 30 something. A lesson for me!

I went to meet Bill in Teuchters as we shan’t see each other for 4 weeks. 2 bottles of red!  Home for 6, no stop off. 

Saturday, 23 March 2024

Good news about the EFT (Filmhouse). And an amazing story about an Englishwoman who has completed an ultramarathon.  In other sport, Warriors hammered, Scotland Women otoh beat Wales!

Friday, 22 March 2024

Bright, windy, cold.  I’m looking forward to the warmth of Valencia (but not on Monday, apparently-more Scottish)!

Once again we met at Gladstone’s in good order.  I had an arrangement to meet up with Julie, which I had no great faith in, but in point of fact she messaged me and so I cut short my (unmemorable) beer with the boys for the Malt and Hops.  I was in front of her, but  Massie was there with Justice.  I got the full story of why Jo has left the Malt. Julie arrived and gave me the story of the Wildlife Photography exhibition at Chambers St.  I couldn’t go with her because of Gladstone’s, but will go on my return from Spain.  She was impressed, but said it was a hard watch, given the impact of humanity. (On that topic, I note that the Anthropocene is no longer a thing.)

Nice to have a decent pint!

On the way home, I stopped off at the Shore and had a couple with Keith & John. It turned squally.

OMG, there’s a Royal cancer to occupy the effing MSM now.

Thursday, 21 March 2024

An extremely irritating Chrome change has happened again; the bookmark folders in the browser have become transparent instead of yellow.  Fortunately, I found a fix, otherwise it would have been a move to Edge.

The covers are off the swing bridge as it prepares for reopening. Windy.

A rumour that Avanti is to be nationalised.

I watched Dune 1 in the afternoon (at home). It’s good, but no better than Lynch’s version which I must watch again (& reread the book). Mentats importance is left out, along with many explanatories. No hoods for the Fremen suits? Ridiculous. I liked the ornithopters though.

Wednesday, 20 March 2024

A dull day cf yesterday.

There is a curse on this Hinton meeting! Their train was late, connections didn’t work, and they ended up driving through to meet at the Gyle! I returned my fitted sheet  to the MandS there. And awaited them.

In the event, they had to get back to pick up Leah, so we went for a light lunch to Cloudberry at Barnton, a place I wasn’t aware of.  It was pleasant enough; a combined café and gift shop.  Pamela S would like it.

After, they dropped me back at the Gyle and I got the tram down to go to Anderson’s and the Malt – 3 pints speaking to Calum, Sam from Pilot, Leslie S and home back of 3.

Tuesday, 19 March 2024

Thgere’s a new development plan by Forth Ports to the east.  It looks like one of Stalin’s poorer designs.

I did my Wednesday shop a day early as I’m meeting the Hintons tomorrow (hopefully). I also arranged to meet Bill today at the Shore ditto. Warm today.

Annie is now in USA, New England, and having a great time.

A reasonably sensible afternoon with Bill!

Monday, 18 March 2024

My personal Black Monday clashes with the Spring Equinox. Milder.

A call from Liz C, as always on this day.  John’s had a TIA, maybe!

Pocket call from Isabel Scott, as I discovered when I returned it. I spoke to Don too, seems frailer,  not playing golf, but gets out to his club which is now at the Loch Inn!

Saturday, 16 March 2024

After a big breakfast, I headed to Teuchter’s after midday.  Not first there, a couple of girls had ensured our table was booked (not always art of the group). As the day wore on, some others joined us. But big Chris was late, having had to do housework!

An exciting first game, not so much ours, which was turgid. Ireland were the better side, but at the death we might have stolen it, especially with that piece of brilliance from Jones. He’s had a great tournament.  Christie impressed also, he must stay for the summer games.

Pishing rain as I left, home for 7:15, curry and watched the final game, which had an ironic dénouement in counterpoint to last week’s.  Doubtless lots of sour grapes to follow, from the MSM.

And so yet again, mid table mediocrity for Scotland, with the small consolation that the Dons finally won.

Friday, 15 March 2024

So we did go to Gladstone’s:  George, Bill, me and Bruce.  Bruce has bought a new house!  George was not too bad; frailer cheerier as the beer flowed. It went well.  Bill and I had a swifty in the Malt with Justice, home 16:00. Bowel kit awaiting, or as they so pathetically say, a poo kit. Grow up!

The weather improved as day went on. I decided to go over to Teuchter’s for dinner, which was fiah and chips; amazing as ever.  I joined big Chris.

On the way home I passed Elaine Campbell who was out with a couple of chums for birthday (Domenico’s and Shore). She seems fine. Home for 6, stuffed. Watched a wee bit of the U20s, in prep for tomorrow.

Thursday, 14 March 2024

Booked the first bit of my trip to Wales. My last travel commitment of the year.

Then to MandS bought a fitted sheet only to discover I had some at home.  Idiot. I made use of the rat-run to arrive at the Abbotsford for a couple.  The new manager, Craig, used to mange the Cumberland so I must recognise him.

Leaving, it was pishing rain  abd I stopped off at the Port o’ Leith for a Jarl, trams all the way.

Wikipaedia’s daily board has introduced me to Steak and blow job Day, which has been invented by some sad Yanks as an answer to Valentine’s day.  (It’s today.)  Interestingly, some woman has reciprocated with Cake and Cunnilingus day, which is on 14^th April (I am not making this up!). This led me to the conclusion that the 14^th March should surely be renamed Fillet and fellatio day. Or filet, as I believe the US terms it.

Wednesday, 13 March 2024

A call from Kenny, he’s dripping from his nose from the effect of the tracing infusion.

I met Bill at the Shore to welcome him home. They’d had a great time, tinged with sadness at leaving. And wondering how many more trips away.

We had a chat about the Wales trip, and agreed that we put the idea of Friday at Gladstone’s to George.

Tuesday, 12 March 2024

Bad news from Annie; lor last surviving aunt has died, albeit at 99. Good news from Julie, she has been asked to undertake some psychometric tests, which means she is past the first barrier.

Off to Glasgow to meet Kenny and Tina. There’s light rain so the  waxed jacket was donned for the first time for a while.  Bob Seger the early accompaniment. I took the tram to Haymarket, which seems to becoming my default. Passing by the new Willow Tearooms on Princes St, I wondered is that the old  Crawford’s?

The Drum and Monkey wasn’t open until midday, so I walked round the corner. Why is the beer in an iconic bar like the Horseshoe always sub-par?  After a swift beer it was back to the Drum and Monkey.

A call from Tina to say they were approaching George Sq, but I still beat them into Cafe Andaluz (see pic).  He’d had to go twice into the MRI machine, which wasn’t fun. He was an hour under the cosh.  Hopefully the results will be back soon and they’re positive. He’s still slightly deranged.  The usual good lunch in this place, and both loved it. Eventually we decamped briefly to the Counting House before going our separate ways.  It was lovely to catch up with the siblings.

 

The 16:15 train was surprisingly busy. Again, I got off at Haymarket and took the tram. I see Oddbins on Leith Walk is closed. I stopped off at the Shore for a glass, and refused the Teuchter’s option from Redmonds, who were over there celebrating their safe return! Home back of 6.

Monday, 11 March 2024

Quiet! A fortnight to go to Valencia. Better than the North Sea Sou’ Easterly here, one prays. It’s currently in the 20s there. Off to Glasgow to see Kenneth M tomorrow; I’ve bought my day return.

I called Iain, he is recovering reasonably well from his hip replacement.

I am so pissed off with this nonsense over a royal photy. 

I see a Boeing whistle-blower has been found dead in an apparent suicide. A new David Kelly?

Sunday, 10 March 2024

I failed to resist temptation, and went to the Malt, where I was the only member of the coven to join Alan. We were going to leave to watch the rugby in our respective houses, but first, Aland has a pint of Coniston Infinity (6%), and an Italian chap whom we’d been talking to insisted on buying us a drink and wouldn’t take no for an answer.  So Alan had another Infinity.  I then left, so what the story was…

The story in the rugby was of course Le Garrec’s reverse pass, helping France to a victory.  The only expected result of the weekend.  And the Dons beat Killie 3-1 in the cup!

 

A late email from my cousin Chris; his elder brother Calum has died, another first cousin gone.

Saturday, 09 March 2024

An interesting article on another grey North Sea day.

On the way to Teuchter’s, I stopped off at the Pie Dolly for the first time in a while. I was the first in Teuchter’s of the usual mob and had Warren put my purchases in the fridge.

The Greatest players ranked Jonny Wilkinson…

Julie et al were late.

What a first half! Line speed, Horne…., and then it all went tits up-for Scotland anyway.  For the neutral, a great game to watch. Julie left after, having made the mistake of turning to Vodka. I stayed for the second game, which again was an upset.

Tindal had a beer disaster, but it was a fun day for the rugby!

Friday, 08 March 2024

Happy International Women’s Day. It’s grey, cold, damp.

A message from Julie, she has reapplied to be a train driver. (I’d sent her a link that had appeared on my SM Feed).

Some interesting news about a new rail route from London to Stirling. Apparently it’s to go on the WCML but not via GLC, cutting off to north after Motherwell.

Bruce called off sick, George seems unlikely, so it appears I’ll be on my own in Teuchter’s, as indeed it proved. So after an hour or so, I Malted it.  The three ducks on the wall, were Justice, Lawrence and Logan. Lawrence  was in fine form, much recovered from his recent setbacks.

Amognst the topics of conversation were Epiphany (slightly transmuted), Ninkase, and tone and content. As in the low and high road, so the brows.

Gerry O’Halloran appeared also, later. He was in the mood for a few, but I left before the denoument.

Thursday, 07 March 2024

Our wedding anniversary today, 44 years on.

I drove to Armadale to have Heather do a dental checkup.  She’s still besotted with her granddaughter.  And why not?

On my return, I received my OAP increase notification.

Wednesday, 06 March 2024

To Dishoom for a late lunch with the Aitkens. But first, a wee exercise session and watched Hunt make a c*nt of himself at the Despatch Box 🤮. Nothing that wasn’t trailed.

We met at Tiles (where the beer was far too cold, and scored accordingly), before heading for food.

A good selection, but for me, the star of the show was, surprisingly, chili cheese toast!  Very moreish, along with the battered Okra.  And wine.

Talking about Gorgeous George’s Rochdale victory got me thinking about his Senate address of some years ago.

Afterwards, we headed to the Abbotsford for a few. I saw John, Stevie J and Bert, who had been to a tasting and were suitably “excited”. 

We left after 18:00 and I was home before 7, stuffed with beer and food.

Meantime Brewery is closing… suits suiting again, no doubt. 

An email from Marguerite; Iain M has had his hip op done in Montreal, and is getting home soon.  Must contact him.

Our 44th wedding anniversary tomorrow. 

Tuesday, 05 March 2024

It was Ron Buchan’s birthday today. I sent him a congratulatory text.

On the bike, accompanied as usual by Iain Anderson.

Two positives today:

1. I cleaned all the windows, as the fine weather continues
2. I got a call from Dr Judy, who said that my results last month were improved a little.  I was chuffed, given the depredations of the festive season. She said that my cholesterol was still too high, but brightened when I said (truthfully) that I have been trying to do better on diet and exercise.  So we agreed that I would go back in May for repeat tests.

So fingers crossed, for continuing willpower.

Monday, 04 March 2024

I bought our Interrail Pass; £380 for 10 days travel over 2 months, first class. 

It was sunny, almost springlike, and the sun warmed up the lounge for the first time since last year!

I’m reading Sylvie Simmons’ biography of Leonard Cohen. I hadn’t realised that “The Partisan” wasn’t composed by him. The true story is fascinating.

A phrase from Cohen: “a sense of a lost Eden”. Is that what happened to us after the disillusionment of Blair? When otherwise? An opportunity lost.

Sunday, 03 March 2024

Sunny, as I went to Sainsbury, but with substantial rain obviously having fallen overnight. However, overcast later.

Later, a visit to the Malt and Hops where  Alan, Jacqui and Rhys were ensconced, starting off on slime and modifying later! Then, to the Shore for the first time for a while. I tried the  Pilot Little Red, which I found a bit thin. Prices worse than Malt!

A rather interesting article on the Internet!

Home around 4.

Köln lost to B Leverkusen, so my wager remains on track.

Saturday, 02 March 2024

Quiet!

I booked flights for self and Annie to Helsinki for 10th  September.  Another travel commitment made.

Friday, 01 March 2024

The first day of Spring dawned bright and cold. Happy St David’s Day! 

Gorgeous George has upset the apple cart in Rochdale; what larks!  Other George not in contact; so I’ll meet Bruce in Staggs today.

Annie dropped me off  at Teuchter’s on her way home, and had a coffee.  The new cask beer from Pilot, Little Red was on the bar.  John Tindal was singing the praises of Edinburgh Street Food.  I’ve been meaning to visit it.  He went there as part oof a visit to the Playhouse to see Peter Pan (gone wrong)!

I drove the car home and set off to the Honest Toun, with music on. Today’s soundtrack (with thanks to Warren) was  Afro Celtic, and Niteworks. Getting grey.

A pleasant afternoon beer tasting.  I told Bruce about my Leverkusen bet.  He said his tema were hoping to sign their manager.  I expressed surprise that Morton could afford him; apparently he meant Liverpool! Plus, he’s never hear of the Freedom Come All Ye.

Another Stuart Hogg debacle, I see.  Not the sort of comeback anyone wants to see.

After Staggs, stupidity:  I went through the rat-run at  MandS and stopped off at the  Abbotsford.  Rob, the current manager is leaving for  Holyrood 9A, Chris is taking over.

Home for 17:30, and the Gunners did win.

Early night!

Thursday, 29 February 2024

Leap Year’s day dawns pleasantly, with a call from Pamela S, who was off to the shops for yet more scarves. We discussed the abysmal fashion sense in Aberdeen.  A propos, I discovered that Fergie had gone to Pittodrie to a corporate do, in a suit and no tie. Tsk tsk.

Pamela had also had fun attending Granite Noir.

Hunt the c*nt is apparently considering abolishing Non-Dom status.  That would be a great move, TBF.

Waterstones in Ocean Terminal has closed suddenly, I find. Deeply displeased.

 

There’s a strong Gunners team to play the Ospreys; they should win with something to spare.

I parked my car over at Teuchter’s and left my key with them to move it later, in advance of Annie’s arrival tomorrow. I got a free Days AF beer voucher from John (probably costs more than the real thing at full price). I’ll try it next week.

 

Annie arrived on schedule, and we discussed the putative autumn amble for the next few hours, going to La Casa for dinner.  This was my first visit and it was excellent. Fergie and Pamela would enjoy it I think.

Whilst there I got a call from KN.  I’ll hopefully meet him on the 12^th.

We got the tram back, and bed after 22:00 after more discussions on Autumn Amble.

Wednesday, 28 February 2024

After shopping, I spent time reviewing flat correspondence. And got a wine delivery – small bottles for cooking!

I finished booking Norway. I had a problem in booking a Radisson in Oslo, online at the  paying stage.  I phoned and got it cheaper! So that’s two trips booked, two in planning.

The Chop House Leith is closing and being replaced by a chef from the Dean Banks stable.  Could be good.  The Chop House was never favoured.

Oh dear, the Dismal Dons.

Tuesday, 27 February 2024

I arranged for Annie to stay Thursday to discuss our putative trip.

The only other event was attending the Block residents meeting at the Mal, which took 2 hours, with far too much discussion on dog shit, and not enough on budgets and future liabilities.

Sunday, 25 February 2024

A great day yesterday!  Still glorying in Scotland’s victory.

A quite day of retreat, methinks, after a much-needed big breakfast.

I rewatched the Scotland game before turning to the France game. France dominant but too many unforced errors. And injuries. A poor game, but how exciting, especially at the death.

Saturday, 24 February 2024

I shouldn’t have driven this morning.  However, I made it home. Liz provided a big breakfast which set me up.

 

From home to Teuchter’s for 11:30 to secure seating.  Big Chris was in front of me at the big table! The Fortunae arrived separately, as the pub rapidly filled up. The sisters fed on chips, chipolatas and Macaroni cheese. I helped them with the first two.

I started off on coffee, before succumbing to Jarl, which was not in fine fettle.  Why, I don’t know.  We were joined by the lovely Charlotte bravely flaunting her England top, and her boyfriend (Simon?) who had an Ireland one on. He was the happier of the two, eventually.

Ireland huffed and puffed against Wales, but with the home advantage the result was never really in doubt.  Wales did well though and are an improving side.  I’m not impressed by Costelow though.

As to our game, after the first 15, we were all a bit shell-shocked, but the double whammy by Duhan settled us down, and the team waxed in strength as the game wore on.  A bonus try should have been secured, and now Ireland only have to secure a BP win at Twickenham to clinch the championship.

By the end, the pub was heaving.  Nikki and Natalie had come to join us also (Tindal, obvs as well!), although Natalie had to leave as she received the sad news that an aunt had died.

Anyway, we went over to the Malt which was quieter, and I had a few Jarls. Home for 20:15, and I cooked and watched the game again; bed after midnight.

Friday, 23 February 2024

A busy day.  First, lunch at Teuchter’s to meet former colleagues: not Bruce et all. But Keith and Kenneth who worked for me, and Gavin Macrae.  Keith retires soon, and his leaving do is while I’m away in Valencia. I only had 1 pint, along with some green cans. only. An enjoyable catch-up; not booorring at all.

Then it was off to Motherwell for a curry with the Hintons at the Bombay Cottage.  Good, but not as busy as formerly; we were last out at 10:00. 

A late night where we discussed a trip to Aviemore and the National Gallery. Far too much wine…

Thursday, 22 February 2024

The weekend starts here?  With the Lyceum tonight.  It’s a new David Greig play “Two Sisters”, preceded by a haircut and dinner, either in Dine or China Red, as the whim takes me.

Coincidentally, two interesting cultural stories in the news today.

Edinburgh’s Motorway, and a piece on Archie Hind.  I’ve never read the book.

 

I have decided to insert a travel plan for the Balkans into my drop-down menu of options.  FYR & Albania at least, assuming no wars.  Probably 2026, if I’m able.

KN still hasn’t had his appointment in Glasgow confirmed.

 

Off out then, first stopping by at the Malt to chat with Justice (didn’t have a drink), then up town for my haircut. Afterwards, a walk down to Thomson’s where I bought a pie, the first for a long time.  Still marvellous.  I ran into John Macmaster there.

Back then, to the Blazer for Earlier pubs, followed by China Red and the Lyceum. I do love the Lyceum, it’s my favourite theatre.

Anyway, “Two Sisters”, David Greig’s new play. 

It was fun, if a bit Cowardishly stilted. but I thought it enjoyable. Not entirely sure that the “chorus” was necessary.  Some laughs, but tending to the pedestrian with a predictable ending, not one of Greig’s best. The set was quite good, but the sound needs work.  I was near the front and had problems in hearing at times. 6/10

On the way home, I stopped off at the Port to check presence of beer. Jarl was good! Home for back of 11.

Tomorrow: off to Motherwell for a curry, after waving goodbye to the (shy &) retiring Keith Miller. One fewer former colleague still working.

Wednesday, 21 February 2024

Wet!  The highlight of the morning was the discovery that Pittenweem Oatcakes were back in stock at the butchers.

I see that the State Broadcaster is scrapping the “Nine”.  Never watched it so I don’t care, but interesting nevertheless.

I’ve started reading “The Golden Bough”, which mentions the Aeneid. This made me remember that I don’t have a copy. Indeed, I haven’t read it since school, I think, although I have Homer and have reread that many times. I should get a copy, but which? Would Douglas’s translation be too impenetrable? (Assuming it’s available.)

Also, I have been trying to change my Internet Domain registration, but get no response from the registrar.  I need an expert on this!

A message from Bruce, he is enjoying Pitlochry and the Old Inn.

Tuesday, 20 February 2024

I called surgery about my bloods.  I have to  discuss with Dr Judy on 5 March (she’s on leave).  Something to not look forward to.

I drove to Costco and Matalan.  The former to restock, the latter to finally buy some more joggers, as the of the ones Liz bought me about 20 years ago, only one survives, and that somewhat worn!  Success, on all fronts, and I  celebrated with one of the Costco steaks.

In the afternoon, I booked a flight to Bergen on 7th June.  That’s me committed to a Norway jaunt! And I’ve just come across Google Lens.  Wow!

Sunday, 18 February 2024

Fergie’s birthday, and a day for recovery, until Ridley summoned me to the Malt and Hops with she, Neil C-M, and Justice. A pleasant afternoon, sunny and mild with quite a lot of people sitting out. Neil has apparently spilt up with his wife. I stayed only for 3 pints and went home to cook dinner.

Saturday, 17 February 2024

So, Bennett’s, with no Rhys or Fin, but Justice (after going to the Kings Arms by mistake), Ian Barclay and the Fortunae made an excellent company

Diplomatico rum from Venezuela was my favourite of the 6 or 7 sampled, along with Jarl. Far from sober. (Gallery)

We left around 5 I think.  Justice insisted on making his own way home,  Accordingly, we got on a 16 and passed him outside the Filmhouse, still waiting…

We got off and went to the Malt, where after a couple, Barclay had an early bath.

Alan M and Natalie arrived.  She is visiting the far east.  Then Jacqui R and Neil Church-Michael arrived late from a lunch, Jacqui looking lovely with an off the shoulder number and new hairdo.

Home for 19:45

Friday, 16 February 2024

A lovely day. Labour hammering the other tories in Englandshire. The irony.

 

A message from John J suggesting a trip to the Toon to meet  Sinclair, a suggestion I was very happy to fall in with. We fixed on the 17 May.

Justice’s mum has been sent home. I met Bruce only, at Teuchter’s; no word from George. Later, he suggested a daunder to the Malt and Hops and he liked it.  No Justice, but  Gerry O’ Halloran came in and chatted.  He still goes on about how I helped him with his phone years ago!

Later, a call from KN. A scan at the Golden Jubilee has been scheduled and he is awaiting a letter.

Chris Hoy has cancer  ☹

Thursday, 15 February 2024

I discovered I have been very wrong about my thoughts of rugby playing numbers.  I thought England had most.  It’s RSA. That’s for all players of both sexes. For males, it’s France, followed by Wales.  I was right about Scotland though.  We have the smallest number of players in the 6 Nations. Edinburgh’s team v Zebre is very strong!

Anyway, it’s Curry Night.

I forgot to mention that I have been rereading Asimov’s Foundation series. That is the entire Universe of work. I am currently on the Galactic Empire series. Absorbing, even if the plots don’t interact very well, and neither does the science, which is unsurprising given the first book was written in 1952. Still, they are well written and entertaining.

 

Annie is showing some interest in some of my Europe plans.

Going to the Malt, I ran into Frankie, Dick’s pal. In the pub, I noticed a beer badge from Sleeman’s.  How did that get there I wonder? Thence to the Harbour Inn to meet John, Willie and Stuart for a couple of beers before a most enjoyable curry.  One of the best and for a chain, very pleasant service. I had excellent Austrian wine and a doggy bag too! Home for 22:15

Wednesday, 14 February 2024

Wet, and my first visit to Asda for some time, where I finally sourced frozen garlic and chilli.  Short shop!  Much scaffolding around the problem tenement in Lindsay Rd.

On return, I spotted Daffs emerging outside in our garden; a joy to see.

Another call from Alisdair for more drink!  On delivery, I stopped off at the Shore as a result.

Under careful questioning from Keith, I was forced to concede I had to decline the multiple Valentine invitations due to my inability to decide between them.

I suggested some Valentine songs!

Tuesday, 13 February 2024

Another 2024 travel destination rescinded; Greenland/Canada has been deferred to next year.  It’s looking like Europe for the Autumn Adventure.

I got a message from Alisdair C, asking me to go to Sainsbury for him, which I did.  It turns out he’s damaged his big toe – looks nasty, he insisted on showing me! So then I phoned Kenny to see how he got on today.  OK is the verdict.  He says he passed the tests (cognitive function I assume). They’re sending a stroke nurse(!) down next week.

Lawrence has taken a fall and hurt his knee. If it’s not one thing it’s another.

Monday, 12 February 2024

To Teuchter’s for lunch, where we both had the Anderson’s Pie which was braw! And each had AF beer. No George (or word).

After Fergie’s departure; housework.

A call from Kenny: he has an assessment tomorrow

Sunday, 11 February 2024

Haar, and shops early.

After breakfast, I took a close look at the Nic Berry decision at the end. I’m not angry, wasn’t then, nor now.  The decision was almost inevitable given his on field comment. The fact is that we should have had the game won.  The old Scotland habit of lack of ruthlessness.

Later, the Malt and Shore, followed by dinner.

Saturday, 10 February 2024

We had a Big breakfast for the day ahead, and eventually went over to Teuchter’s and Tindal, who left shortly thereafter for his hospitality gig.

My plan to get a tram from my stop worked, as we only just manged to get seats, and not even together.  From the Shore stop, ot was standing room only, becoming more crushed as we went on, until it looked like Tokyo at rush hour. I saw that Steyn had been replaced by Paterson.

We were in nice time for the game, which proved to be absorbing rather than engaging. At the end of the first half, I hoped we didn’t regret the 3 points at the end. As it happened, we did.

We secured a 30/16 transfer (pause for 50/22 joke) and were in Teuchter’s relatively quickly, with about 15 minutes gone on the clock for the Twickenham game.  Things were looking good for Wales. And we were joined by Neil Evans from Inverurie.  Good to see him.  He has a season pass.

Eventually home for 7 after the Welsh disappointment.  With standing for so long, my knees were in considerable distress.

Friday, 09 February 2024

Wet, and Wine replacement post Tom and pre Fergie, who arrives today.

A call from George, who is ill in bed and can’t make it to the Guildfor, maybe Monday. He sounded frail. It’s unusual for him to call, so that was a blessing, albeit mixed.

Fergie’s train was on time, as was Bruce. The pub was busy but we secured seats.  There were plenty of French about.

Later, we stopped off at the Malt and Hops for a visit.  Alan was still there, and the reason for that was that Geoff was there 🙂  Then the Fortunae arrived.

I dragged Fergie away, and we stopped off at the Shore for a quickie, as predicted by Elaine, who then arrived with Julie!  Fergie and I eventually sat down to dinner for 19:30.

Home after and music until 00:30.

Thursday, 08 February 2024

Tom was away early for meetings. 

I got a call from, KN. Still mixed up IMHO.

And Lindsay Rd has  reopened; yay!

Wednesday, 07 February 2024

It was cold and sunny, as I went shopping.  I ran into Calum Mackay in Aldi, said he’d seen Tindal! As Lindsay Rd continues to be closed, I didn’t negotiate the mayhem to get a fish pie.

I visited the nurse for bloods to check my Cholesterol;.  I told her of the Adam Macnaughton song, which she found, played, and said she was going to share on the group chat.  Hope I don’t get in trouble from Judy!

Its Scott Fairbairn’s 70th today.

Later, I went to Teuchter’s to meet Tom.  He’d brought his pal Nacho(sp?) who is from Valencia and in fact will be on the same flights as me! He seemed to approve of my proposed schedule. I was also introduced to the music of Passenger who was good.

I’d cooked, as Tom was staying over. A late night! 

Tuesday, 06 February 2024

I took a look at the Blaenau Ffestiniog section of my planned Wakes trip.  I can get a single but not pre-book.  I wished the lassie good luck for Saturday.

We are now getting full-on royal nonsense from MSM.  Pass the sickbag, Alice.

Monday, 05 February 2024

I booked a Jacobite Train trip, thanks Hintons. Mind you, it was almost entirely sold out! Also a new David Greig play at the Lyceum. Apart from shopping, a stay at home day, recovering from the weekend.

Sunday, 04 February 2024

Given I’d nothing to eat yesterday since breakfast, breakfast this morning was welcome. However, as I was meeting Tom at Gost for lunch, I didn’t overdo it.

Leaving the hotel, I went first to the Horsehoe, which only had Stewarts 80/- on.  I had a can of Punk AF instead.  By a circuitous route I ended up at the Drum and Monkey for a quick pint of Citra before meeting the cousins (Tom, Alison and Isla).  Lunch was pleasant: roast beef for me, but I wouldn’t hurry back.  A lot of their beef is ex dairy, which when I was taxing farmers, was not thought of as suitable for the premium beef market.  Perhaps things have changed?

After a very pleasant lunch,  Isla and Ali went homeward, and Tom took me to the excellent Bavaria Brauhaus.  This was a real find. It’s owned by one of the Codona family, and must have cost a packet to create.  It has a true Brauhaus feel, with a wide selection of German beers. The theme continues with the food menu, and had I not been stuffed, would have tried a Currywurst. No Dirndls though! Having had wine with lunch, I continued with the theme, selecting on the excellent barman’s recommendation, on a (German) Pinot Noir. Braw brau, but too much.  A good blether with Tom.  Also,  call from Kenny. He is still inhibited I feel, and somewhat depressed.  I wonder if I should go up?.

I took the 17:30 train; home for 7pm.

Saturday, 03 February 2024

To the Malt and Hops to deliver POV.  Ian Barclay arrived, along with Alan. 3 pints is not a sensible start, before getting a tram to Haymarket for Glasgow. Plus I forgot my ear buds so no music 😢Part of the original plan was to meet the Fortunae and Marion to watch the game, but I got a message from Julie to the effect that she was hammered and home. As to what happened to the other two, history does not relate, and I doubt there exists any contemporaneous evidence.

 

Anyway, I checked in, and headed to Babbity Bowster.  It was heaving, with one telly, and no seats to watch the game.  This time I wasn’t so keen on the accompanying music! So, after watching Itlay almost beat England, I went back my hotel room to watch our game.

Dear God, how did we nearly lose that. Shades of 2010.

Afterwards, I walked to the City Halls for the gig. I don’t think I’ve been there before.  I secured a revivifying glass of Sauv Blanc before going to the auditorium.  It was a good seat, and a fantastic gig, with brilliant female singers (male instrumentalists, surprisingly).  I was beaming from first to last, where they finished with the “Freedom come aa ye”  (see gallery)Throughout, there was much joining in the choruses.  There were a number of songs I didn’t know.

When I left, it was raining; a nightcap in the hotel.

Friday, 02 February 2024

Whilst Jim went to Waverley to pick up Wendy and Rachel, I took the tram to the

National Gallery, arriving in Contini shortly before them.  I had a second breakfast, and the others had a first.  The girls had wine, the guys, coffee.  It will get Messi. We did not tour the galleries; instead, we walked up the steps where the Ensign Ewart appeared on our right, as if by magic. 

We spent a wee while there, chatting and sipping.  The beer was good enough to have more.

In due course, we walked down Castle Terrace into the teeth of a light gale, with Wendy cling on to avoid being blown away. The Blue Blazer was quiet but welcoming.  To my consternation, they no longer have their former superb rum list, which means I have to replan the Rum Day I have planned with other pals. Anyway, they had a Verdant beer, being sold in 1/3rds at vast expense.  It was so good I had to have a second. By this time, Messi was scoring freely, and we walked down to Amarone for dinner. Did we go to Tiles before or after?  After, because the ruby was on.  I’d hoped to be home to see all of the France v Ireland game, but in th event…  The proximate cause for this was that the girls had been told their train had been cancelled, or late.  When we eventually went down to Waverley, Traksy told me that the train was not only running, but had departed.  Fortunately, there was a TPE one waiting on a platform so they clambered aboard and departed.

I got the tram home for 20:15, and wearily turned on the telly to find a surprising  rugby score. Later, a message to report safe arrival at Newcastle.

Thursday, 01 February 2024

A quiet AF (that’s alcohol free, BTW) day, as the Redmonds depart  on their first leg to NZ, Frankfurt. And we waved an unreluctant farewell also to January.

The Scotland team for Saturday was announced. Kinghorn  was added to Graham on the injury list, which weakens three-quarter line-up to what is a must-win fixture. Also surprising was Watson’s omission from the squad. I put a small bet on Scotland to win the 6 nations at 12s nevertheless.

Tomorrow, Jim and I meet the Toon girls (I resisted my love of alliteration to insert the obvious noun.)

Wednesday, 31 January 2024

Amongst the usual Wednesday chores, more beer duties to pick up and distribute Pint of View.  I navigated the obstacles to secure a Welch’s Pie, before spending the afternoon cooking for the freezer.

Then, to the Shore to bid fareweel to Bill. There was a big temperature difference between arriving and leaving Shore, and blue sky too.  I should save some money whilst Bill is away!

Yet again I resisted the Teuchter’s temptation suggested by Bill, who was going there for dinner en famille.  Mark has still to decide if he’s joining them in NZ.

Tuesday, 30 January 2024

I went along to OT to get a 36 only to find that Henderson Street has reopened! Stiil, a quick dive into Boots meant it wasn’t wasted, before getting the bus to the Stockbridge Tap (GBG Survey). A nice day for it, and some great beers. Good to catch up with Neil H. Contrary to expectations I got the planned 36 down the road to my next destination; Carrier’s Quarters. I did mu survey, and chatted to  Richard H (Beardie, per Dick) 

Home. And not a good performance by the Dons.

Monday, 29 January 2024

Quiet day, considering trip options. A call from Kenny, he’s happy being at home. His assessment continues. Still a bit mixed up I think.

I have begun reading “The bookseller of Inverness”,  gifted to me by Annie P.

Sunday, 28 January 2024

Rhys’s last shift at the Malt today.  Before going over (and after the usual shop) I listened to

Graham Nash on Desert Island Discs.  An unusually good and revealing episode.

It’s 20° in Ullapool!

In the Malt and Hops, Justice was there, scoffing sausage rolls that Sali hade made.  And very nice they were too. Later Jacqui arrived (who had bought him a drink yesterday!!!).

Waves of randoms, a number of whom put their tables far too close to the fire.  Interesting to note the number of people wanting to know about the beer.

Sara arrived to look after Ali. As I left, she  suggested I might visit the Shore. Where did she get that from? As it happens, I did, but really?

 

So much for the yellow wind warning ; practically calm.

I had a good catch-up with Iain and Marguerite on Netmessage.  He too has hip problems so awaits developments. I think finally he has decided that retirement is the best thing,  Correct!

Marguerite was busy doing acrylics. They are thinking of coming over this year, hopefully whilst I’m not away.

Saturday, 27 January 2024

Kenny has got home, and Mairi Macmillan improved per Tina.

I went up to Teuchter’s West End to see Ron B (and Mike) who were going to the  Hearts Dons game.  Their chat has inclined me to visiting Cologne whilst Scotland are playing there!  (A check later soon proved the unfeasibility of this!)

Stevie Staggs going to game with Jambo pals, all good. Very pleasant session.

Tram Jackson from  Staggs was there with chums; he is a Jambo, so a bit of banter. Things are going well with him. When we all went our separate ways, I got a tram home.  A  protest in the centre was causing delay westbound. It was a Palestinian one, so my feelings were  with them. Dons lost after  goal chalked off ☹

I popped into the Shore for a beer, unusually.  On emerging, I ran into the Redmonds who were off to meet some chums.  They tried to inveigle me to accompany them.  I’m pleased to report they failed (for once).

Friday, 26 January 2024

A good breakfast, before getting the 10:15 to Haymarket and onward tram.

Then, Teuchter’s, without George but with Steve Macfarlane, and subsequently to the Malt to contribute to Rhys’s leaving.  AF, I’m pleased to say.

I have decided that South America is not doable until I get my joints seen to. My two trips to Glasgow convinced me. A difficult decision, but the right one.

Listened to Long road out of Eden.  Trumpian. 

Thursday, 25 January 2024

I phoned Tina, Kenny is still a bit confused, and there is Covid on his ward. I called him at the hospital, he sounded OK, and confirmed the Occupational Therapist had been to see him to discuss a package. And that he wasn’t allowed to drive. He’s feeling the time long, as who would not. I told him I’d met Deen Roddy.

A couple of Slimes in the Malt. Justice’s mum has been moved to the Western for rehab, which is obviously better than Livingston. And to complete a gloomy trio, Melanie (Brand New Key), has died.

 

I got a tram to Haymarket, and a Southern Summit at Ryries, before the Glasgow train at 15:20 which got me to my hotel less than an hour later.

The AC at George St is very nice, I was impressed. Nice welcome from staff too. Hooks for jaikets needed, otherwise…

I dined at Hazel (the hotel restaurant): a Haggis Bon Bon Amuse Bouche, v nice, a Cab Sauv blend ditto, Padron Peppers before the slow cooked short rib. All very good, and better than expected for a hotel dinner. So, happy Burn’s nicht!

Then, off to the RCH for the gig.  Many Highlanders yes, but behind me, German speakers.  They were from Frankfurt, come over explicitly for CC.  That Is pleasing.

First up; Gnoss frae Orkney, who made much of their Viking connections, but they looked like Celts to me: no blonds.  They were good though.

 

Next up, Odyssée.   This was an ensemble collection of superb Celtic musicians from all over, singing in their native languages.

The blurb: “The star-studded collaborative show Celtic Odyssée returns to the festival, bringing together internationally renowned artists from the eight European Celtic nations. Led by virtuoso French piper Ronan Le Bars and his all-Breton band of Liam Roudil on guitar, Pierrick Tardivel on double bass, Aymeric Le Martelot on keyboards, and Thomas Bessé on drums, 17 artists will take to the stage, including: Annie Ebrel (Brittany), Bec Applebee (Cornwall), Dónal O’Connor (Ireland), Ewen Henderson (Scotland), Icía Varela (Galicia), Jose Manuel Tejedor (Asturias), Kim Carnie (Scotland), Mairéad Ní Mhaonaigh (Ireland), Martin Tourish (Ireland), Patrick Rimes (Wales), Rubén Bada (Asturias), and Ruth Keggin (Isle of Man).

In support is Gnoss, whose signature sound is a rich tapestry of acoustic layers. Outstanding musicianship, deep traditional roots and contemporary compositional flair combine to create songs brimming with character. Triple Scots Trad Music Awards nominees, the band have built an invested following through the warmth of their live shows. “

 

A great gig, and back at hotel for 22:40to much relief, and West beer.

Wednesday, 24 January 2024

Jocelyn is subsiding.

I see that the far-right in France is whipping up anti EU sentiment amongst the farmers.  This of course is the same type of neo-Nazi that made Brexit such a success for the UK

The weather has improved as I headed out to the shops.  Then I discovered that Lindsay Rd is closed!  Apparently there are issues with a building.  (Later, I discovered that a tenement has perhaps become unsafe, possibly as a result of the tramworks.) Whatever, it caused some problems in getting to Welch’s and the traffic was all snarled up.

 

To the Shore, with Bill, where I expounded my bicycle wheel theory of moods and behaviours!  Only 3 extra glasses!

Anne Chapman cancelled our meet, due to the train problems.  To be rescheduled. 

Tuesday, 23 January 2024

For the first time this year, I woke up to see daylight. A day of catching up with stuff, and coorieing in.

I am rethinking South America, as my experience in Glasgow inclines me to think that my legs would not be up to what would be required of them. And of course, I might well be called for surgery around that time.

I completed my reread of Macbeth. There are 3 murderers, not 2: that, I’d forgotten. And indeed, the weird sisters are much less in view. As I read, the wind outside noises increasingly, almost as the play increases in its violence. Atmospheric (pun intended).

I wonder how Julie and Elaine enjoyed Jekyll and Hyde.

Monday, 22 January 2024

After breakfast I retired to my room to consider. All routes to Edinburgh were blocked at 10:00, so I had to wait and see.

At 11, the Edinburgh to Bathgate opened, 🫰for the rest of it. I’m going to gamble on a later train. Hopefully I’ll get home before Jocelyn hits.

And so, to Babbity Bowster, where the barman was from EK but sounds like Buckie. A few beers as the line reopening progressed. And eventually, they did. And a lot of musicians trickled in to jam, many/all from CC. Eventually it became a live music venue serving alcohol. I finally dragged myself away for 5 for a train which was on time. Amazingly, hardly anyone was on.

Jim Reid is my track which would be much to Jim Aitken’s disgust. I got a tram straight away from Haymarket. A quiet day tomorrow, methinks.

I was tempted by a Chinese, but resisted, and brought the microwave into use.

Dinner at 7, and an early night.

Sunday, 21 January 2024

I noted that Dick Gaughan performed as part of the John Maclean opening.  That’s the equivalent to Joni at Newport.  So pleased he was able to do it.

No shopping today, and the weather warnings are burgeoning.

 

Julie sent me a photo of the new co-captains, Russell and Darge. Interesting.  Both captained the team for one occasion last year.

I went via the Malt and Hops to Haymarket (on tram as buses still diverted). No Alisdair again.

Milder but wetter than when I left the house. It’s supposed to be tipping it down in Glasgow.

I decided that a pint in Ryrie’s was a good idea. It was pretty quiet, with a strangely chatty Asian type and a woman of apparently easy virtue being the highlights. Certainly they worried the bar staff! I got the train1/2 hour later than originally planned. Many trains to the south cancelled.

 

I played some Chris Isaak on the train, which although quiet, was busier than I’d expected. Someone was emitting a series of stenchy farts.

 

I had a short stroll to my hotel (Ibis) in the increasingly wet weather, and I’d forgotten my inhaler.  Then, next door to the Spanish Butcher, where the smell of cooking beef was enticing. As was my dinner: scallops to start, a sirloin steak for main. Glasgow women are so much more stylish. The men, not so much.

 

Then to the Lally Palais, so many obvious Highlanders, leaving aside the voices, accents and language. Moving but appropriate, given the topic of emigration from the Hebrides on the Metagama and Marloch. And the performance too was moving, excellently performed as a two-hander, with the history spoken by Donald S Murray (whom I remember in school) and who has a book on the topic out, and the ineffable Dolina Maclennan; the music played by an ensemble cast, headed by Willie Campbell.  The performance of Eilean Fraoch had me in tears.

 

At the interval I had the joy of running into an old schoolmate from Bayble. She was looking good; she’s certainly lasted better than me. 

On leaving afterwards, the weather was not that bad.  I was thirsty, so had a couple of beers in the hotel before bed.  I did not eat the free Irn Bru or Tunnocks teacakes.

In the room, the wind was noisy, but so what.

Saturday, 20 January 2024

That’s the pleasant sunny and crisp days gone.  Back to Atlantic fronts, and a series of weather warnings. The WoL is slowly de-icing.

A call from Ron B.  He’s down for the Hearts game next Saturday.  I may or may not meet him; I have a CC gig at night.

At the Malt with Justice and the Spartans  crowd for their big game against Hearts, home after 3 for my Methi Ghost I’d cooked earlier.

 

I’m wondering about travel tomorrow given the warnings. Scotrail are already cancelling evening travel so I’ll have to leave early and stay overnight. However I’ve booked a ticket and hotel and hope for the best.

Friday, 19 January 2024

Another failed weather warning; no snow.

Annie dropped me off at Teuchter’s, I met Bruce and Bill and left after 1; a short shift, to take the car home and rest before Macbeth.

Annie reported her safe arrival.

 

In the event, we all met at Teuchter’s West End, I got the tram.

After a swiftie (the others were anxious to depart), we took the 100 bus and walked to the hall.   Three racks of seating surrounded a plain stage.

TBH, I didn’t enjoy it as much as I though I was going to.

There wasn’t enough movement, there was a lack of naturalism, and some of the line delivery was wooden. Fiennes was very good, but in the second half, as he was attempting to convey Macbeth’s breakdown into madness, his stance reminded me irresistibly of Rigsby.  Indira Varma was an excellent Lady Macbeth, but from the photos, much whiter than I expected. (That’s an observation, not a criticism.)  The assassins were excellent. All in all, an fine cast let down by the production. 6.5/10

Are the Weird Sisters really as ubiquitous in the original?  I shall get my copy out tomorrow and reread.

 

Bus back, changed for one of the last trams at Haymarket. Idiots not putting luggage on racks on the bus.

Conductor

Home for 23:30 and a notable weather change: wetter, milder, a harbinger of the latest storm. I was glad to get home.  I switched on the electric blanket and tucked into a midnight snack of crackers, cream cheese and smoked salmon

Good rugby results for the Scottish teams.

Thursday, 18 January 2024

Ice is thick on WoL.

After a good breakfast, I headed to the Malt to meet Julie and her pal Marion to take them along to my car park to get picked up by Annie for their Macbeth (matinee). I had time for a couple. 

A call from Kenny. He is hoping to get out in a few days. He’s not on any meds, and feels OK. He said he was assessed today.

 

Later, I went to the Shore to meet the girls.  4 women (Elaine had joined us), talking about cats and bitching. Kill me.  They thought Macbeth was fabulous, which is a good omen for my visit tomorrow.

I’d booked dinner, and Annie and I sat down  at 8 rather than 6:30. The 3 girls headed Maltward. It will be messy.

After a good dinner, we went over to the Redmonds as arranged yesterday.  Champagne and dry martinis! Home for midnight though, not too damaged.

 

Wednesday, 17 January 2024

The WoL mostly frozen today; must have been cold last night.  No snow though, the forecasters admitted they got it wrong. Amusingly, it diverted to England.

The morning spent on shopping and a trip to the dump, and cleaning for Annie.

 

I called Mairi, who is hibernating. Her knees are worse than mine by the sound of it. She told me to ask GP for a sputum test and an x-ray!

 

I parked my car at Teuchter’s and left my leys with John.  The staff party went well, no major incidents or walks of shame.

I met Bill as usual, and after our bottle, Annie arrived.  So Bill phoned Anne, who came over.

Too much wine and late to bed.  Quelle surprise.

Tuesday, 16 January 2024

A bit of the WoL was frozen over; the first time this year I think.

The credit card bills have been checked, and scheduled for payment.  Ouch!

And the 6-nations squad has been named. Nothing startling, except to Hamish.  No captain named.

Headed off to meet Jim and Frances in the Gulidford. Great craic including a 1/3 pint of Dark Island Special Reserve!  We left at 6pm!

No snow.

I spoke to Linda about travelling to Macbeth.  No consensus yet!

Annie has changed her schedule; she is coming down tomorrow.

No snow; useless weather forecast.

 

I’ve been rereading Ulysses (the poem). “Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.”

Monday, 15 January 2024

Ooh, BA is starting flights from EDI to San Sebastian…

A call from Kenny. He seemed tired, no news.

A message from the Gunners re trip to S Africa for URC games. Maybe  next year as part of a wider trip?

Sunday, 14 January 2024

Cold and crisp 

Another call form KN.  He’s still confused as to his location.   Western GH ?

So I phoned Glasgow and Edinburgh hospitals; NT. His sister Tina called, returning my message.  He is in the Western Isles Hospital!  He had a brain bleed on Wednesday, at the mill, collapsed and knocked his head.  He was found right away, and carted off.  He’s fine physically so hopefully will make a full recovery.  The relief!    Monty called also.  I gave him Kenny’s pal Colin’s mobile no. We’re all relieved he seems to have got away with it.

Malt mayhem with the Massie family, Alan and parents Kenny and Ann. Confusion with Kennys.  I was telling them about KN, and some thought I was talking about Sharpn’s Kenny.  The presence of a third one, and alcohol didn’t help.  Lawrence is not as good as Alan suggested. No A Curtis.              

Home via Shore for 17:30   

Saturday, 13 January 2024

Kathleen had to cancel. I booked my hotel for Valencia

A message from Justice, things are better with his mum. I went over to the Malt, he was ensconced, and in fine form as his mum had had her op, and come through it very well. Fine news.

Ian Barclay joined us briefly, on the way to visit his brother, then Jacqui R arrived.

Her dad has been sent to a home in Edzell and she is fuming as there had been no discussion with her. And Edzell is not she easiest place to get to. Still, at least he’s safe..

 

Julie and Elaine are Malting tomorrow. Apparently Alisdair was unhappy that I hadn’t come down last Sunday.

Justice and I left before 4, and the bar was getting very busy. Sunny, cold, with a raw edge.

The first attractive sunset of the year, and after 4pm too!

 

A call from Kenny late tonight from AandE Glasgow. He’s had a stroke! He doesn’t know what hospital he’s in but was lucid. WTF??

Friday, 12 January 2024 

To Teuchter’s. George in bed with a cold, Bruce at Murrayfield tomorrow to watch Greenock Wanderers. I started with the best of intentions, but eventually caved in and had a couple of Jarls.

 

About 15:30, I dropped into the Malt, not ecpecting to see anyone, but Justice was still there! Lawrence had been in, and moving much better, so that’s good. OTOH, A;an’s mum is in hospital. Having fallen and broken her femur.  To pile Pelion on Ossia, she needs a joint replacement, and were due to do it yesterday but she had an elevated heart rate so it was postponed.  Perhaps today?  It’s a big procedure for someone of that age.  He’s desperately worried, as is Wendy his sister.

Going home. It was cold, raw, GCH on!

 

Annie Nightingale is the latest celebrity death.  Astoundingly, she was 83!

 Thursday, 11 January 2024

Off to the OCP to meet Kathleen.  Only to discover that at her time (11:15), it was closed. As was the Starbank nearby! We ended up an Zizzi’s in OT. Nice to catch up.  She had two short spells in hospital but seems fine now.

She wanted some help with her new phone, and we arranged a meet for tomorrow.

 

I was going to do a couple of GBG surveys, but in the end, decided not to.

Wednesday, 10 January 2024

Shopping and Bill.  Too much red wine! A couple of customers came in and sat down.  Later the man came up and asked me “A bheil Gaidhlig agad?”

Màiri is originally from Sheshader and partner Robbie, live most of the time in Geneva, wintering in Leith! (They don’t like snow.)

More than a bottle; a 2 ½  hour session.

I’m meeting Kathleen tomorrow for coffee.

Tuesday, 09 January 2024

A call from Annie to discuss next week for Macbeth. She’ll come down on the day, and go direct to the matinee, then stay overnight here. We’ll eat out.

 

Off to Heather for teeth. She has been a granny to Holly for 5 months now.  Pictures shown! She told me some details about the murder at the Anchor.  Apparently the actors were a couple of junkies hired by a Glasgow gangster involved in the murder of a chap called Hamster.  I asked her if she meant Gerbil.  Cue collapse in laughter!  (All these details fed to her by a mutual advocate acquaintance).

 

Home for a  late lunch, and the start of detailed planning for S America.  This is looking like the most complex trip I’ve ever taken, due to distance and infrastructure. And age 😢 I’m not yet sure I’ll undertake it.

Monday, 08 January 2024

On the bike today, the Iain Anderson show my customary accompaniment.  Thus I leaned about Randall knives, from a Guy Clark, and another great song, Lang may your lums reek, by Lainey Dempsey.  I haven’t heard of her before, but this was a lovely piece of a capella.

 

A bad day for sport: Beckenbauer, Der Kaiser, has died, along with JPR Williams.

Must start detailed planning for South America.

Saturday, 06 January 2024

A call from Fergie. Pat Sutherland’s funeral went well, but not a huge Revenue attendance as few people knew. Apparently she died of an intestinal haemorrhage. She was 72. Pamela, like myself, is looking at a trip to Spain.

Julie didn’t get home until 9pm…

I went to the Market for pies, followed by the Malt for beer.  Ian Barclay was there.  His terminally-ill brother has perked up.  Nikki was there also, lovely as always. She and Ian were away to Tapa for lunch. Alisdair and Julie arrived, as well as Jacqui who bought a drink for Julie. Justice left at 15 30. I headed home, escorted by Alisdair before 4: it was  still light.

Friday, 05 January 2024

I’m still coughing – what’s needed is a break in a dry climate. I haven’t been to Valencia which is one of the driest places in Europe.

Fame for Pamela, an STV Vox-pop appeared on its website.

 

To Teuchter’s, where George appeared, the first time I’ve seen him in some time.  For me, alcohol free.

Arriving home a letter from the Post Office to suggest I buy the new stamp collection “celebrating” the Spice Girls.  Naw.

 

Then, I’d arranged to meet Julie to discuss Macbeth etc, in the Shore after she’d seen Hopkins in One Life, but in going there discovered it was closed for a private function. 

Instead, we met in the Malt at 15:30 and it went tits – up afterwards. Alan J was still there. We briefly had our meeting, which went unminuted, and he left to be replaced by Lee (Forrest), whom I thought had a hair problem. He happily informed me that he was about to have it cut and departed for a while. By this time it was getting busy. I had abandoned my AF beer for Jarl, and we were joined by Elaine and a shorn Lee. The sequence is not exact, but I got home around 18:30, after leaving the others in an advanced state of inebriation.

Fortunately dinner was quickly and simply cooked.

Thursday, 04 January 2024

I’m looking at Norway post Easter, and before Wales.  Stavanger-Oslo-Bergen.  I asked Neil Evans for info on Stavanger pubs; being an Oilie and beerhound, he’ll have the info. (He did.)

It’s fun, planning new trips, which is probably why I go.

Wednesday, 03 January 2024

The Wednesday shop was disappointing. Not surprising that there were no fish pies, but the butchers was closed today. Oh well.

And, as Rod Fitzroy said the other day, I need a haircut.

So off up town I went and got one. After a session on my bike.

There are loads of people still attending the xmas market. (Passing the North Bridge, I noted that the refurbishment won’t be completed until spring next year.)

 

After my haircut, no stop-off at the Blazer or Hanging Bat!  However, arrangement in lace to meet both Jim Aitken and Anne Chapman (on separate days)! And the Boundary Bar refurbishment appears to be complete. Must visit.

 

More sensible in the Shore later with Bill; one bottle plus a glass. Looks like end of April/beginning of May for Wales.

 

At home, I couldn’t be bothered cooking, so an excellent fish and chips in Teuchter’s!

Both the Shore and Teuchter’s are having their staff do on 15th. Shocking lack of coordination 😁

Tuesday, 02 January 2024

A call from Issie in Adelaide, where it’s a glorious 31°. Like myself, she was in bed before the bells.  She also has had some losses recently (not close family).  I cracked her up by saying it wasn’t a competition, and hoping it wasn’t infectious.

It’s getting to be the time to be fine-tuning major travel plans and starting long-lead flights, for the best prices. In this case, Buenos Aires and Lima.

 

Some people have personalised car number plates.  In the continuing absence of beer mats in the Malt, I’ve decided to go down the route of personalised mats…

Lawrence is still knackered with his back, but at least his sister is out of hospital.

Good result for the Dons. Consistency though…

Bad news about one of my favourite English breweries.

Monday, 01 January 2024

We’ve arrived, for better or worse.

I called various pals, before heading to Teuchter’s via Aldi.  Which was closed, Teuchter’s was stowed, so I fled to the Malt, which was slow upon arrival but rapidly got busy.

Chris, Nikki, Fortunae, Jackie and a shower of what Julie contemptuously described as interlopers! The Anchor shooting was a major topic.

 

On the way home, the Shore was not too busy, but I didn’t linger.

A Chinese for dinner; it took 2 hours to arrive! I was ready for it.

The more I see the Big Bang Theory, the more I think Leonard is such a sad fuck.

Sunday, 31 December 2023

A crisp bright winter’s morning at Sainsbury.

In the Malt early, and amusing time with Rod & Linda, Alan, Jacqui R and Julie. No stiffie but tongue and hands

Leaving for home, I darted into the Shore where I was chided for ignoring the prominent “closed” sign but was allowed in.  Big bookings. Good music from Danny’s playlist and home for 17:30, not sober.

Later, I couldn’t summon up the energy to step out for the bells, and went to bed.  Age does indeed wither me.

 

Well, we’ve come to the end of a difficult year. We’ve lost people: too many, but we still have each other. Here’s to a braw new year.

Sunday, 31 December 2023

A crisp bright winter’s morning at Sainsbury.

In the Malt early, and amusing time with Rod & Linda, Alan, Jacqui R and Julie. 

Leaving for home, I darted into the Shore where I was chided for ignoring the prominent “closed” sign but was allowed in.  Big bookings. Good music from Danny’s playlist and home for 17:30, not sober.

Later, I couldn’t summon up the energy to step out for the bells, and went to bed.  Age does indeed wither me.

 

Well, we’ve come to the end of a difficult year. We’ve lost people: too many, but we still have each other.

Here’s to a braw new year, and I love you all.

Saturday, 30 December 2023

A tale of two games; the Old firm one, and the 1872 cup.

I headed to the Malt to meet Bill (closer for him and trams).  It was very quiet. 

We headed off about 2, and even down here, the tram was very busy, and from the next stop to Murrayfield, standing room only.

I ran into Alec Bowman (Leith Accies) and his daughter Amanada, who were going to the game.  The very idea of the Alec I remember having an attractive young daughter felt slightly discombobulating.

At the game, our seats were very good, and we had an excellent view of Duhan’s try.  A good tussle, Edinburgh deserved winners, but they never looked likely to get sufficient points to win the cup. Edinburgh had the flair, Glasgow the defence.

 

Aftermath, a tram down to Leith where I took Bill to the Port, only to find there was no Jarl.  So we toddled to the Shore. A good craic, but too much wine!

Friday, 29 December 2023

Later, to Teuchter’s, no George. No Dick to tell people to stf door! But Bruce succeeded and we chatted away.  He was supposed to be up at Pitlochry, but Gerrit defeated his best efforts.

Later, and American couple came about, Gilles and Norman, father and son. An engaging couple of guys, and we had a good blether.

I overstayed, at Teuchter’s, finally going to the Malt and Hops for one at the back of 5.

More than I hate xmas, is Hogmanay described as New year’s eve.

Thursday, 28 December 2023

A bit of sunshine to start the day of Dick’s funeral.

Bike exercise, first since Hamburg.

It’s bad enough to see repetitive adverts for Bingo with sad people acting like cartoon characters, but this new formula milk advert pollution is creepy.

As I got showered etc ready to go, the sky darkened, and the wind rose.

 

Heading to the funeral, I gave a lift to Alan and Jacqui Mc, approaching at the end of a particularly sharp squall. The crem was full, many people I didn’t know. George and Bruce were supposed to be there but I didn’t see them. It was a well-conducted funeral, a celebrant I’ve come across before. Rather than the usual ½ hour, it was almost double, with many tributes. It seemed rather surreal, to be sitting there, and Dick dead; he was such an alive cove. Lawrence arrived assisted by Katrina, obviously in pain. So much so that he didn’t come to the wake.

 

A quick exit afterwards, I dropped off Alan and Jacqui outside Teuchter’s, and returned after parking the car. John T and co had done an excellent job, as had Domenico’s with the food, with a free bar: my kind of wake.  Dick’s too, he’d have enjoyed it.

Ben Macpherson was there too, and Lisa and sister, Molly, Calum and other friends not seen for a while.

Linda lasted very well.

I left at 18:15 & fell into the trap of the Shore for one, but home for just after 7. Weary.

Wednesday, 27 December 2023

Off to the shops quite early, on a rather unpleasant if not actually awful, morning.  I bought a rather huge T-bone steak in Anderson’s which will certainly do at least 3 meals for me!

I contacted Linda to get streaming details of Dick’s funeral which I passed on to interested parties.. Then, time to coorie doun.

Annie reported that the weather at home was appalling, reinforcing her decision not to travel tomorrow.  Fergie reported similar (and Pamela is down with a chest infection to add insult).  Alex Nimmo gave him a book by Alisdair Moffat “In search of Angels”.  I couldn’t remember which Moffat because they both live in the Borders, but later clarified it was not the painter (Alisdair, not Sandy)!

A call from Mairi; she was shocked to hear about Clare and Dick.  She herself continues to improve, which is good. But still unsteady on her feet.  Linda bought her a red walking stick for xmas!  She spent xmas day with Hannah’s folks in Cambuslang; they were 11.  She is dog-sitting for the Anderson Macraes tomorrow.

Storm Gerrit is creating a fair bit of havoc to the transport system.

Tuesday, 26 December 2023

Well, thank gods that’s over for another year.

Bill and grandson (Josh, 11) birthdays today.

I have tidied up from yesterdays assorted debris and am back to normal. Ish.

I have sent off the Pre diabetes referral form suggested by my GP, so will expect to get an acknowledgement next week.

Otherwise, a do-nothing day.

Monday, 25 December 2023

A late breakfast.

I bought a new electric blanket online. Then time to open some lovely presents from my chums.

A card from Isabel Scott (former neighbour). Don has Alzheimers 😢 And the usual card from Andy Goodbrand. All is well with him and his family, which was good to hear.

I called Annie P who was in the throes of prepping  dinner. She hasn’t finally decided on what to do for Dick’s funeral.

Off to the Malt: Fortunae great company as always.  I had a chat with Julian, the ½ Leodhasach barman, who is currently writing his dissertation on the NC500. It sounded very interesting and I hope he’ll let me read it.

A call from Fergie, home from Westhill before heading out to Linner at a Chinese. Than a call from Calum Cumming who was in reasonable form.

Leslie Smith arrived, with escort.  H I hadn’t seen him for many months but he looked OK.

I returned around 4 and became hungry but had to wait until dinner cooked!

After, I was so full I didn’t put on the Xmas pud.

Sunday, 24 December 2023

Early to Sainsbury, not too busy! The highlight was my upsetting a litre of milk onto the floor. A heavy shower passed.

 

Pamela Scott and the expensive candle: a title for an Enid Blyton story for adults?

Kenny was  off to Keose; his sister makes xmas dinner on xmas Eve.

Later, to the Malt,  where I found Alan Justice, his unbounded joy on my arrival from unwanted attention form a well-refreshed customer a comedic turn to appreciate.

Jacqui arrived, typically unprepared fir the morrow, Ali, Kevin and Jo all in good form.

Eventually to the Shore, where I had liquid thanks from Keith adding to my port from Danny earlier in the week, with a xmas wine. Not too busy in either place.  A chappie to my right well refreshed but was interesting company on Spain.

Home  for 17:30.

An evening watching Otis Redding, Farlowe and Burden on YouTube, after a fine steak dinner.

My electric blanket is broken.

Saturday, 23 December 2023

To the Market and Malt: sausage rolls in the first, beer in the latter, with Alan J, and Jacqui R, joined later by the Fortunae.

 

I watched the last episode of Yes Minister (the one in which he transitions into PM), and was struck by the fact that beside the current lot, Hacker appears like a Titan.

Friday, 22 December 2023

I got a confirmatory email from Virgin cancelling my booking next month, so booked another hotel while I had the chance.  It’s actually more convenient (and I get points)!

I went to Spartans to pick up food for my delivery round today.  Only 5 calls, but I could not find one number whatever I tried, so had to go back to Sprtans with it.  Annoying for all.

After dinner, I headed over to Teuchter’s, uncertain as to what I was going to find there.  In fact it wasn’t too busy, and I ended up at a table with most of off-duty staff like Warren, Lee, Christie et al. And Natasha, Ruaridh (hadn’t seen him for a long time: apparently he now has the caoram.)  Most of them were heading to the  Dockers to see the Fife brothers.

In the event, I stayed on to watch the rugby, but the signal failed in the deep into the second half.  Irritating, but the company made up for it, and of course the Gunners lost in the end anyway. Not too many revellers for Black Friday.

Thursday, 21 December 2023

I went to the Malt to surprise Alan Justice with his unexpected bonus of tobacco.  The joy on his face was something to behold, if inappropriate.

He told me that Lawrence’s problem was in fact a slipped disc, from which he is suffering much pain.

I popped into the Shore on the way home, and had a chat with Stevie Moan over a glass.

Wednesday, 20 December 2023

A busy morning, first a visit to GP, BP up at 148/88, so not too good.  She’s suggested a referral to a Diabetes Prevention forum, to which I’ve agreed. (No breakfast this morning as appointment for 09:00, so a wee calorie bonus!)

Then to Welch’s, for fish pie, Aldi (small stuffed turkey joint). butcher and Boots.  The promised heavy rain had not materialised by the time I got home.

I am considering slotting in Iceland-Greenland-Canada for next June.  I have wanted to visit Greenland for some years now, and with the advent of an air service to Canada (and a service from Halifax to EDI) next year, it seems a good possibility. About a fortnight, so not too long and expensive.  Much will depend on how the South America trip planning (& costs) go.

Tuesday, 19 December 2023

My post trip washing done, some shopping done, normality in progress.

At Sainsbury,  good deal on Monopole Blue – £18 if one has a Nectar card; I bought 3!

John Hinton came over to exchange gifts.  They are spending xmas at home with Rose; Kate is going to her dad’s with Leah.  He was in decent form, and left to pick up Liz after I made him a restorative coffee.

My xmas gift from Seonag arrived: Salar yes, but this year cold smoked, pre sliced.  I will have some later!  Also, no need to buy any Welch’s for some time to come.

As he left, I checked my mail.  No speeding tickets, for which much thanks! 

 

Otherwise, a day of recovery.  GP tomorrow.  And Bill afterwards, to commend or commiserate.

Tindal sent me a pic of the front page of Hotel Scotland, a trade magazine.  Tom jnr is the front page, with an interview inside.  Big time! But later I read that the hotel has closed without notice. So WTF??

 

Reading the book about Miniatur Wunderland; I’ll need another visit!

Monday, 18 December 2023

Claire’s dog Max is dead, Bill will be devastated, even though he was old and hirpling.

 

For me, the first order of the day was packing and breakfast. So far my aircraft is on time, having left EDI for Wroclaw and return, before heading to Hamburg to pick me up. It’s a 737 Max, so a bit unhappy, not over the name, but the aircraft type.

And so to the airport. The day is as grey as when I arrived.

An easy if convoluted traverse through to airside. For once, I bought some DF: Kraken and tobacco, the last obviously not for me. Curiously, they didn’t have Marlborough lights, and did have tobacco, so Justice wins.

Looking at the time, I saw that I had a bit less than an hour before going to gate, so didn’t use a precious lounge pass, instead, I went to where Dick and I had some wine last year. After a couple of drinks and baguettes, onto the gate area where I found the flight was delayed around 30 minutes. Not to worry; another wine there, if not as good as the previous one.

In the event, rollback was an hour late, into  pissing rain.

 

The flight briefing didn’t mention it was a Max🙄😁

Eva Cassidy was the soundtrack for the flight; it’s been a long time since I listened to her.

Arrival was an hour late too. Quickly through however, and on a tram. Joy.  Home before 8pm.

Sunday, 17 December 2023

Culture today. The Maritime Museum first, via a service bus.

Spread over 10 levels, this is an exceptional museum. Privately owned too! I started off at the first public level, 9, which contains an amazing collection of miniature ships 1:1200 scale. Then down to floor 5, the warship section, equally interesting.

However, the knees were giving me gyp and after a couple of hours, it was time to retire to Nagel’s for some Labskaus.

 

There was a lovely sunset as I departed for Miniatur Wunderland, sated with food and drink.

We were there last year but the knees gave out half way through, so back again. It’s a fabulous attraction, I’d go back again and again.  And it’s nice to see the enchantment of all the visitors faces, even women whom I would not have thought would like this kind of thing so much.  The most impressive part is the airport model.

I liked it so much, I bought the book. Loads of images taken too. Dick would have enjoyed it.

Eventually I left and got a bus to ÜberQuell for beer and pizza. I wasn’t up for a big dinner after Nagel’s. Fortunately, it’s not feeling a lot like Xmas 😁

Getting off the bus, it was about 3oo metres to the pub, down two sets of very poorly lit stairs.  There was a number Blacks just standing around, seemingly doing nothing. It felt insecure.  If I’d been female….

After my repast, I reversed course and ran the gauntlet safely enough.  I found myself on Herbertstraße, which a cousin (also Norman) had indicated was like Amsterdam, vis-à-vis ladies of the night.  It wasn’t: it was full of streetwalkers, lined up touting for custom.  A couple caught me by the arm.  They must have been desperate!

I turned into the Reeperbahn which was relatively quiet. But still obviously selling sex, only behind doors.  I got the S1 to Hbf and a stroll to the hotel. It was the best weather of the trip so far.

Many EV cars here. And their chargers work.

Saturday, 16 December 2023 

A late start. Nix Cuxhaven today, or any other day in fact, as there is no direct train from the Hbf. Instead you have to take a train to a station south, to travel north again.  Bugger that.

I finally went out for a wander near midday. It was grey on the Altersee, visible from my room. Unfortunately, my room is on the fifth (top) and the single lift was kaput. I hope they have it fixed for my return. (They had.) I got the S Bahn to Altes Mädchen for a few beers. Then the U to Rathaus and Xmas market for nougat for Linda. Grafitti abounds. I love travelling on a metro.

 

(How can Georgia be a candidate for the EU? It’s in Asia. Türkiye has more right.)

 

The weather got increasingly wet and Scottish, but not as raw.

At the  Rathaus and the market, purchased made, including a hot Bratwurst at ½  the price of the one in Edinburgh, as expected.

The city and market is abuzz with people, and many small children, seeking festive fun.

I fled to Nagel’s, for beer and plotting. Later, I decided to dine at the Atlantic Hotel which is a 5*  member of the Marriott group, but I’d decided it was too expensive, hence my residence across the road!  They didn’t have a table immediately, but suggested I have a drink at the bar.  So I had a delicious Riesling.

It’s a lovely hotel. There was a woman pianist playing an Eva Cassidy number. It’s been too long since I played her.

It’s a well run establishment, majoring on excellent service in sumptuous surroundings. The food from the open kitchen is less complex. From a reasonably broad selection, I went for the 3-course menu with matched wine.

• Very nice Bread butter and herbed oil
• A riesling (not as nice as the first) with the prawns
• A superb mix Venison
• A nice dessert (the Venison was the best).

An interesting mix of clientele. Some dodgy customers or I miss my guess.

After, back to my hotel to use my free drink voucher, then bed.

 

Friday, 15 December 2023

Up a wee bit earlier; to pack, breakfast and leave. All relevant traffic systems appear to be green. An easy transfer to airside and the Aspire lounge for snacks and wine.

EDI is as busy as ever, even at a normally quieter time. At least the lounge isn’t as busy as LHR Terraces at T5.

In the distance, I could see the inbound aircraft for my flight (SDR) lining up for finals.

Heading for my flight I noted that yet more retail being built to create even more choke points.

 

At my gate, a lassie tried  checking in for an  Easyjet flight (this is with Ryanair)! Rollback was a few minutes early. I always have a wee chuckle when the refer to an “emergency evacuation”.

 

That empty seat next to me across the aisle….

 

We arrived on schedule, straightforward S bahn into Hbf and Nagels, an hour after landing. “Moin…” is the standard Hamburger greeting.

I ordered a Schwarzbier of course.

Prosit, Dick.

This is going to be more poignant than I anticipated. But Nagel’s is so homely.

 

After 3 beers, I went to check in. I have a nice room, top floor, and a free drink. But first, I walked across the Alster for dinner to the Hofbrauhaus, where the WiFi remembered me.

Approaching, there was a crowd outside. I was relieved that they were smokers rather than queuers.

Bloody hot inside, even with one layer. They had snow recently, but unlike last year, no trace remains.

Dick liked the currywurst in here, almost as good as the Gaffel am Dom he thought.

It was heaving, I was lucky to get ein tisch.  House bier, cold roast beef, and back to the hotel for 22:00. Getting in the door and poised for a pee, Kenny interrupted me! I don’t think he realised I was sitting on the pan…

 

Anyway, he has been begged to go working full-time at the mill, to which he has graciously acceded.

Bed for me, with no decision made about tomorrow.

 

I read that Brewdog are planning on opening a bar in Waverley. Good news.