Scotland. It’s big, there are mountains and lakes* up there, some crazy ass wildlife, lots of single track roads, heavy metal horses, men in those skirty things and wonderful quiet. I know because I done went on my holidays there for a fortnight and saw absolutely shitloads of it.
First stop was Glasgow for two nights, a wonderful, thrustling metropolis which both of my kids fell in love with instantly and where they both now want to study. I loved it too, partly for the art, architecture, ace fooderterias and shops, but mostly because I was able to secretly convene a summit of three of the most influential internet influencers on the planet.
Meeting at the 13th Note on Wednesday night with no advanced publicity, to avoid the inevitable thong throngs of screaming teenage lovelies, myself, Resurrection Jim and HMO met up, got pretty pished and talked shite for hours; not that I was organised enough to take any photos, or anything useful to commemorate what was basically the G12 of blogging. I can’t speak for the others** but I had a wonderfully entertaining time that I really want to repeat as soon as I can. The fact that one of us fell asleep on the train home and almost ended up in England is a secret I will take to my grave with me^.
Then we took off for the lumpy bumpy wet bits of the country, some of which I have known since I was a teenager and others which were new to me. We trekked around, doing mountains, kayaking and suchlike and then ended up in a cottage on a loch in idyllic Shieldaig. Sea eagles, stags, otters, seals, porpoises, starfish and a golden eagle all made cameos in our holiday too.
More importantly than all the sightseeingy stuff I visited the fabulous Union Vinyl in Inverness adding these goodies to the clear vinyl copy of Terry Riley In C that I bought in Mono in Glasgow:
What a wonderful exciting, beautiful, friendly nation! Ah well, back to reality today (3 sad face emojis followed by a dagger one, followed by an angry emoji, followed by beer emojis etc. etc.)
949 Down (still).
PS; Have I missed anything while I’ve been gone?
*the natives call them ‘lochs’, aren’t they just so cute and adorable?!
**mostly because they have those funny Scottish accents that I can’t even do an impression of.
^wild horses could not drag Jim’s name out of me at this point. No, my lips are sealed.