Just a brief update, back from our weekend in Beadnell with Team Discovery and although none of us have our woes to seek, it was a very pleasant time spent together.  Due to a fractional split in the space time continuum coinciding with a wormhole, the men won the quiz.  But the women were runners up.

Beadnell itself is in a beautiful site on the Northumberland coast, currently being touted by Robson Greene on Channel 10 (that’s ITV to you young people) and if you should fancy owning a des res by the sea, look no further. And yes we did go Alnwick and yes we did go to Barter Books.   No, Dylan Moran was not there this time.

The night before we went to Beadnell found us through the west, at the brand new Hydro concert arena, where I went to see Peter Gabriel.  The concert was brilliant, loads of back catalogue that I hadn’t heard for years, but I still knew all the words.  Hydro is mossiff, how I managed to bag myself a seat right next to the stage is a mystery, to me most of all.

Mincers played at a top secret gig place in Leven last night, which was interesting, and we helped to raise £600 for the Dermatology Unit at the Victoria hospital in Kirkcaldy.    The progress of the evening was marked en passant by the notable growing reluctance to say the word dermatology, not a problem for the stone cold sober singer but a game changer for those who did not think to employ the Scot’s linguistic chum, the glorious full throttle glottal stop.   Try it.