My Blog: November 2022

So. Teenage Fanclub recently played the Shiiine Festival in Butlin's, Minehead.

It were fun.

Norman bestowing a blessing.

Before that we played the Rolling Stone festival in Weissenhauser. (Last time I was there I wrote a wee track on Garageband called - wait for it - Weissenhauser.)

The night before that - in Hamburg - we hit up a lovely Portuguese fish restaurant. Arroz de mariscos? Sim!

And the night before that we played a show in the grand ol' city of Dunfermline.

I visited the local museum...

...and also Fire Station Creative...

Some of us went for some pre-show Italian grub, so of course I had to order one of these (with 5 x spoons) ...

A Tiramisu last week.

If you're in Glasgow I recommend the Kelvingrove Museum's current exhibition celebrating 50 years of The Glasgow Print Studio:

Every Wednesday for the last few weeks I have been working with Sonic Bothy, exploring Minimalism with a group of folk with learning support needs and their carers. I took a lot from the class and at least one satisfied attendee gave me and co-leader Ceylan thank you gifts!:

Kind, unexpected and delicious.

And now. Bob Dylan. Two nights in Glasgow at the Armadillo. Amazing! Best I've ever seen him. That harmonica solo at the end of show closer Every Grain Of Sand! A memory to keep me warm for a while.

And now this:

Re. other books, I made it to the end of Clochemerle. It was amusing enough in places:

The most famous Champion Drinker that Clochemelre had ever known was a man called Pistahcet, who once drank in four days three hundred and twenty glasses of wine...He died at the age of forty-four from cirrhosis of the liver, which had reached such a point that that organ had degenerated into a mere access and burst in his body. But his name will live forever...

But it felt like a long, less-than-straightforward read with lots of characters to keep track of. Its humour was often in its verbosity. But - as my brother once reminded me halfway through a poorly told story that wasn't as funny as I'd thought - brevity is the soul of wit.

I've since polished off the third Parker novel.

Up to the usual standard, ie great.

I liked this film:

I re-watched Farmageddon with the kids. Lots of fun. Favourite bit? Maybe the hand-painted See The Moon sign with an arrow pointing up to the sky. Context is all.

On the odd night I've been sipping some Spanish brandy and dipping into the first few episodes of the Hammer House Of Horror TV series. How great are these opening titles?: