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 a weird cold which felt like someone was squeezing my brain, plus we have been very busy in the office.   The combined effect was to leave a silence in any down time.  But, back to me now, so roll out the corgis and let’s have a lovely long holiday weekend.  Whatever your views on the Golden Jubilee it’s a rare excuse for pictures of this canine leitmotif.   And sixty years in any job deserves a mention.

the fairest half corgi of them all
the fairest half corgi of them all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But just in case you all wax too cheerful, for no reason that I can think of*, the speech by the lead character in the eponymous Scottish play popped into my head.   Verily, nature abhors a vacuum.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

William Shakespeare, the Scottish play, Act V Scene V.

So, last night we went to see  The Angel’s Share, the new Ken Loach film which won a prize at the Cannes Film Festival recently.   Set in Glasgow,  it has some very funny moments, a decent social message and and moral dilemmas; filmed in Scotland  – what’s not to like?   After that we went to Wannaburger at the West End.  The dining salon may be basic and you need GPS to find the loos but the burgers** are brill, the staff are lovely and there’s the added pleasure of nosing in Rae Mac’s windows.   Plus you hold onto a wee buzzy thing to tell you when your order is ready.

Good grief, it’s 08:44, I have been up for 2 hours 44 minutes and have had not one cup of  tea.   That’ll be why I made up the word unsalubrious and then found out that if it did exist it wouldn’t mean what I thought it did.

* I do know but it’s long and not very interesting.

**only ever had the veggie options

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