Newhaven*

Back down to my lovely wee boat for the first time in weeks. And it was warm, the winds light, and the sea state smooth. That's what I like; gentle exaggeration. Let's not over-bummer it. So it was round Wardie bay and back to the mooring. To read the guardian and eat some raspberries in the sunshine. Bum bum bum.
Then aff to the Hanging Bat and on to see a wonderful film with J&L. Big Gold Dream: Scottish Post-Punk and Infiltrating the Mainstream. A great film if you remember the Scottish music scene in the late 70s and early 80s and Fast Records. All about that pop Svengali, Bob Last, who lived squeezed in at No8 between myself and J&L for quite a number of years. Given that he'd been the manager of the Human League by then, I'm not sure why he'd settle for such a hovel.
Then on! A wedding reception! People I didn't know at all but I soon found a fellow jambo to blether with. Sorry, I mean shout at. And that should have been that but the 35 bus swung past the Kingfisher chipper so I unwisely left the omnibus and swung over the road in my kilt to sit in and enjoy fish and chips and a cup of tea at 1am. I'd like to say it was the perfect end to the day; it wasn't. It was bowfin. 

*another stunner