Aberdeen come visiting

Up town at midday to hear Diana Hope’s talk at the Open Eye. Well, as we’d bought one of her daubings, I thought I was entitled to listen to her spiel. Interesting enough, though the people watching was far more interesting - the Edinburgh arty middle classes at play*. Meeting, greeting, embracing. Loudly.
One chap then ruined it all by asking about the parallels with Matisse and raising the question of how to avoid formality. I had no idea what he was on about. She answered saying that ultimately every act in painting is an abstraction or something like that. Proustian, too. Still, I quite like our painting - it’s an imagined landscape from childhood memory.
So onward, to Murrayfield. Yes, the round ball is being kicked about there until we can get the new stand completed. 24,000 in a stadium for 68,000 isn’t the greatest experience - still it was actually a most entertaining 0-0 game. We should have given them a doing as Proust would say. And then on the long walk to the Diggers through remembered streetscapes of the imagination. Only two more of these to go and then back to Tynie!    

*This chap has them bang to rights.