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Category: Music

  • Murmur

    Shoud you happen to spot a starling murmuration, be sure to log it here.  See here if you have never heard me going on about this natural phenomenon.   And here, no apologies for repeating this link. Also be sure to phone me so that I can see it too.   Likewise any flocks of waxwings.…

  • Serendipity

    Pictures below from Starbank Road, Newhaven at the start of the month.             You can see them as the triumph of the biological drive to blossom and so procreate, or pretty flowers growing in the rubbish.  The choice is yours.  Poppy petals seem to me to be about one micron…

  • The evil that (wo)men do

    Our thoughts are with everyone affected by the sad loss of flight MH17. Writing up my mid year appraisal with Mr Chopin for company. On the plus side, great gig with Big Country last night, loved it when Bruce Watson came on stage and said “I never thought I’d ever hear myself say this  –…

  • Drones

    Last weekend while Paul was embarking on Project Gate Paint, I went to the end of our road (seriously) to capture some images of the wild flowers planted there by the Fife Parks & Rec people.   They were busy buzzing with bumble* bees and are such a lovely sight to behold.  We drove to Cellardyke…

  • A Walk in the Park

    Pollok park in Glasgow to be precise, where Paul and I went to join a five mile sponsored walk in aid of Parkinson’s UK last Sunday.   If you have missed my mumbled appeals for sponsorship you can still support us by clicking on this link. We’d never been here before so we went across to…

  • Auld Lang Syne

    We twa hae paidl’t in the burn, From morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar’d Sin auld lang syne. That is my favourite verse from Burns’ poem, a masterpiece which is still being sung around the world as I type.  I have just been looking at comments on Facebook and I…

  • Blood Makes Noise

    Anyone who knows me, knows that encroaching deafness is one of my issues.  Amongst other things it means that big gigs are out of the question since I cannot afford to lose any more sensitivity in my left ear. However, as documented, we recently went to hear Suzanne Vega in Glasgow and this song was…

  • Out, out, damned Spotty Dog

    Sometimes, and I know you will find this hard to believe, I can’t think of anything to say. No flurry of verbiage rushes unbidden to the tongue.  No tales, badly told, of chums’ misdeeds or misfortunes are haphazardly heaped on the hapless listener (ok, enough of that).  In truth and in short, I have had…

  • Totally Ruby*

    Well, who has the day off tomorrow?  Oh, that would be me.   Expect pictures of daffodils as I venture out into the unknown terra firma a.k.a. our back garden.   Someone has to tidy it up… There is a new protocol in this blog thing which results in me deleting everything I have just typed.  Flipping…

  • and again..

    Been very entwined in various activities. But I did find time to write to the Head of Radio, BBC Scotland, about the appallingly ridiculous proposed move to bin the Saturday morning Janice Forsyth show.   This programme, if you have not ever listened to it, is the mainstay of a Scottish Saturday,  Janice plays some rocking…