Misnomer

Your correspondent has been a little quiet of late. He's been pre-occupied with various little things that have stopped him from transferring his admittedly banal musings to the virtual page, and he apologises for, well, whatever you want him to apolgise for..................

I couldn't help but notice that Google are celebrating the 'first day of summer'. Very odd, considering that in the past month and a half, Scotland has seen more summer weather than it did all last year. It's certainly getting along for the summer solstice, so maybe that's what it's all about. I think it's another name for 'the longest day'

Fucking Hippies!

I can do without the confusion you know! Anyway, I thought summer in Britain was an arbitary day somewhere between late April and mid August, where it was sunny and warm for a bit and failed to rain for any more than half an hour. Shows what I know............

Anyway, I'm tired and can barely hit the right keys..............

see yoyuinb the mornbin g.

Songs of Summer No3 - Another Girl, Another Planet - The Only Ones

Stalked By Seagulls

I kid you not........

It started (or so I thought) tonight on my way back from the shop. As I entered my street I noticed a couple of noisy gulls above me, but thought nothing of it until I noticed one of them hovering, then swooping down towards me. At first I thought it was after something on the ground, but it soon became apparent that I was the target and it only got worse when I stopped moving. By this time I had the camera out (fearlessly putting myself in the firing line for your entertainment!!) and the gull now seemed to have a static target to divebomb. Anyway, I got the above shot before deciding discretion was the better part of valour and made for the entry door before the fucker could start his next swoop.........To be honest, I was more frightened the bastard would shit on me than anything else...............

It was only later on I started to put things together. Staggering home at 4am on Sunday morning, I took this shot of a seagull sitting on a street light. Yes, I know there are thousands of the buggers scavenging the streets of the city, but I wouldn't put it past the fiends to be watching my every move.........

I'll soon know if I get chased again on the way to work..............

Sunset over Great Western Road

All I can say is..............Watch The Skies!!

Keeping Burt Bacharach In A Job

Normally rain is an utter bastard. A case in point being the other morning there when it chucked it down all the way to work. Add to this the ridiculous situation I found myself in whereby I'd had to return home to get my entry card for the office and you have a recipe for misery . Power walking to work through the pissing rain, on the muggiest day ever with an umbrella that keeps yr head dry, but ensures the rest of you gets drenched is something that would make even the most staunch welly boot fanatic re-assess their attitude towards inclement weather.
Today I got caught in what I would describe as 'good rain'. You know those symbols on weather forecasts with the sun/white cloud/rain all in one? Well, that's what it was like. It was pretty fair as I wandered through the park, pausing only to say hello to the coots and ducks as I headed home. I'd just passed some guy in a vest and comedy trousers, who'd got off his bike and started juggling on the pathway when it started to spit with rain. The spit soon turned into a full blown shower and the juggler (he was crap, kept dropping them) headed back past me again. No pleasing some folk.
Anyhow, it was that sort of shower where you have to make a quick search of the heavens to find out where the rain is coming from, as your senses are busy telling you "It's bright and warm with puffy white clouds in the sky, why are we getting wet?". A dirty great grey slab had started to move over the park unbeknownst to me (and many others) and was in the process of dumping it's load on various joggers (Yay!), cyclists (Double Yay!) and of course, the cycling juggler (Triple Yay!...... with bells on). For some it was a cue to scarper under some trees. for me it was a cue to get my trusty wee X-710 out and take some snaps. The things I do in the name of art........................

I was quite happy to get slightly wet, I knew it would pass in the space of a few minutes. Theres also nothing quite like a wee bit of rain on a bright sunny day. The strange metallic smell as the previously dry atmosphere suddenly turns moist, the way the world around you shifts up a gear as you change down and come to a halt. Yr gonna get wet anyway, might as well enjoy it...............