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Over to the boat to uncoil those junks, as there was hardly a breath of wind. That boat had clearly turned itself round quite a few times.
But later we were away. Cheapskating it through to Glasgow on the bus. Freedom Riders. Down to the Winged Ox for the best burgers in the western world. And who was standing just inside the doorway but "G" Hastings himself. I swiftly send the daughter a photo.
“Your granddaughter HATES his son!” comes back the immediate response.* So to the gig and first up Callum Easter who is darn good if you like your King Creosote mixed with The Fall. Which I do, though I didn’t know.
Then, the main act. Yowza, that is one good show. And they’ve broadened out too - some real heartfelt stuff in there at times, before it all kicks off again in their trademark way, which I dunno is hip hop or rock without guitars, as they’ve called it.
And a few fellow oldies there. Which reminds me that F said one of her friends had been to an expensive hotel - the sort, she said, that’s either “newly weds” or “nearly deads.” Well, there’s a Venn diagram. I think we may squeeze into that intersection.




* they’re at nursery together. #youngFathers #oldGrandFathers