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Rabbitrabbitrabbit….
Jings. For someone who finds it difficult to shut up, on a record number of occasions this year so far I have been lost for words, bereft of speech, stunned into silence, gobsmacked, and summarily disenfranchised vocally. This and the manic vortex that has passed for a life recently has resulted in fewer than usual…
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A Murmuration
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(Im)précis
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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…
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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…
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Totally Ruby*
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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…
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Nightclubbing
It’s been a successful weekend for both of our social enterprises, the Folk Club had a good evening with Ayrshire band Luckenbooth while the Astronomy Club’s Stargazing Live Event to tie in with the recent BBC show of the same name, was very well attended and the skies were crystal clear for most of the…
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Suite sweet
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Davos Dauphinoise
Does anyone else look at an unpeeled celeriac and think “Ooh, Daleks,”? Maybe just me then. Anyway, after yet another session in the kitchen where things went less or less according to plan, I am finally arriving at the conclusion that it’s not me, it’s the oven. Or, to be more specific, it’s the temperature…
