A day of Festival madness

We had a fantastic Festival day spent just wandering around in the sunshine. George Square gets better and better each year. The food venues are excellent, and reasonably priced.

We wandered round by the Big Blue Cow. It's old hat now, but I remember being stunned when that went up as a venue. Brilliant!

I got today's blip early on. This Adonis was standing so still, and we both thought he was a statue. Actually, JR thought he was a cardboard cutout. He wasn't moving and looked so unreal. The hair! The arms! The tats!

Then I noticed that he was flicking the wee booklet he had. So I stopped and lined him up. I think his tee shirt has shrunk in the wash. But he obviously uses lots of hair care products. I have another photo with two girls in the Pimm's shed behind him, gazing adoringly at him.

Wandered on to the Royal Mile stopping only to try out the merchandise in the new frozen yoghurt shop. Delicious!!

We could hardly move in the crush. There must have been lots of blippers there - everyone had a camera. And there were some big whoppers. Saw sights that would get folk arrested normally. Men standing with their trousers down round their ankles. My kilted friend terrorising folk with a dangerous weapon. People practising bagpipes.

I saw a very talented artist draw a caricature of a young lad on to a tee shirt and then add in his wee dog as well. Also a huge big teddy bear in a kilt who attracted loads of kids to pose with him. Now that's an easy way to earn money!

It often wasn't clear if they were performers or public. Somebody stomping by with a suitcase could have been advertising some event. In fact, there was a chap who dumped his suitcase on the ground, then started to pull out a chain. I think he was a performer.

We popped into the new Signet Library, where the lawyers used to consult books, but use the internet now. (I hope not Wikipedia). Very nice. Though rather small servings of champagne. We then popped into Missoni, but first had a chat with Dane, the kilted Kiwi on the door, about the All Blacks' recent defeat of the Wallabies.

Missoni is great. Lots of folk to watch, and if that's boring, the barmen whizzing up cocktails is always entertaining. There were two folk at the table next to us. They got a big tiered cake stand of afternoon tea. I jokingly said that it looked rather a lot, and maybe they could do with some help. They made a very good attempt for a while and then we saw them putting stuff on a plate, and they passed over a plate of wee scones, doughnuts, and profiteroles! How embarrassing. I said that for all they knew, we might make a habit of this, but he didn't mind. *Note to self: now there's an idea...*

Another couple came in, looking like those waxwork American tourists in the Gallery of Modern Art. A younger, taller version thereof. Actually, now that I look at the exhibit, they didn't look too much like this at all. But he did have a floral shirt and yellow shorts, and she had a long flowing geometrical patterned dress on. They sat and had several glasses of beer and kept going outside for a fag. At one point I went out to see if it was still raining, and they were there. I had a chat with them, and they were from the west. From Glasgow!

We had a few glasses of the very acceptable vino. And two big jars of assorted nuts. Not forgetting the goodies from the neighbouring table. All in all, a good evening and we reluctantly left the revellers to catch the bus. We're lucky. We live here. We can pop in any time.