Freezing Fog

We're having some freezing fog right now. I know this because I can't see very far and it's freezing. Here's a picture of the freezing fog at night.

Freezing fog at night

Christmas Chomp

We had Christmas lunch with our mates from Headway yesterday. We all went to Bar Budda in Sausage Roll Street, Glasgow. As the Headway mob is ever-growing the Christmas do has had to be split into two sittings (due to popular demand and all that). The first one was at the Griffin in Bath Street on Monday and by all accounts it was a nice meal and nobody got drunk and punched anybody else - so that counts as a success. Our meal at Budda was a success too. No violence and plenty of laughs. The meal was quite nice as well and I got to meet some new people. By new people I don't mean that they had just been born especially for the Christmas meal like Jesus was - no - I mean they were new to me - I had not previously met them. Fine people they were too (and probably still are). The only complaints I heard all day were people waited too long between courses (knives and forks being banged on table with rousing chorus of "We want fed - where's my dinner?") and somebody said some of the sprouts were that hard they must have been from Govan.

I can't believe it's not Budda

Panto? Which Panto?

I think I'm living in a pantomime. This morning I was Cinderella - sweeping out the fireplace and completing my chores. This afternoon I'm attempting to fix an old clock just like the old guy in Pinocchio. Oh no I'm not. Oh yes I am.

Old songs - going cheap

Today I bought a scabby old songbook in a charity shop in Partick for the sum of 75 pence. 75 pence!!! That is value for money if you like scabby old songs. Fortunately I do. The neighbours will learn to love them.

Locarno - no more

I would like to have been at this gig, but it was just a bit before my time.

OOPS! Sorry 'bout the weather - my mistake

I'm very sorry to the people of Scotland for the recent cold snap. It's entirely my fault as I accidentally left the freezer door open last night. I'd also like to apologise to the people of Cumbria for that night I left the tap on. I intend to make up for these errors by leaving the oven door open tonight. Be prepared to kick your duvet off.

You Shall (not) Go To The Ball

Last night Margaret and I met up with our theatre-going pals from Headway and the Child Brain Injury Trust (CBIT) to go to the Citizens Theatre in the Gorbals for panto time. The show this year was CINDERELLA. It was an excellent show. We soon forgot how cold it was outside when we all got into cheering the goodies and booing the baddies. It was slightly strange for a panto. The 'ugly sisters', Vanity and Narcissus, were played by real women as was the wicked step-mother. I always thought that it was tradition for a male 'panto-dame' to play the wicked step-mother. This production was either far from traditional OR a move back to the almost forgotten original story of Cinderella. For instance the FAIRY GODMOTHER actually turned out to be the ghost of Cinderella's dead mother. There was no pumpkin for a coach, no instruction to be back by midnight and no spoken line that goes, "You shall go to the ball". The costumes were amazing. The players were brilliant. The songs were fantastic. The set was both grim and beautiful. The audience participation was fun. You can tell I loved the whole experience. Someone else who loved the whole experience was Margaret who couldn't wait to get on the stage to try on the glass slipper. It didnae fit - much to the relief of the handsome prince.

SQUEEEEEZE!

We all had a good laugh and thoroughly enjoyed the show.