‘Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?’ was possible the most patronising lyric of all time in a fundraising song given the number of Christians in Africa.

And so, dear listener, it is true. I have taken all the Christmas stuff down from the attic and have attracted some good natured opprobrium because of it. (Skippy, can you run down to the library and check it’s okay to use that word? Eh, someone who knows what she’s talking about. Yes she does.)

I can explain. I had to replace a bulb on the landing. The landing? I have a semi (and I’ve done every innuendo gag under the sun about semis) with an upstairs and, indeed, it was just under nine years ago that I had cause to fight off the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse on that particular landing but more of that in about three weeks. I do not fancy climbing on a chair to change this particular bulb and so bring in a set of ladders. And I entered the attic and took down the boxes with tree, last year’s unused Christmas cards and paper and the tinsel and glitter and sequins (No. Cut that last one. I am a man’s man. Actually that sounds pretty dubious in itself). 😦

Anyway the stuff is down and that means that, at the moment, a twenty-six year old (?) artificial Christmas tree is the first thing I see in the morning as it has been put in the corner of what the Estate Agents laughingly called the Master bedroom – for whatever reason. 😉

And I feel I should point out that I have a downstairs as well, just in case you think that my bedrooms and shower-room are currently hovering above Summerston being kept dry as the storms engage around me (and others) and shut roads and make other roads difficult to travel along. Summerston was almost cut off the other day – only one road out. 😦

It’s been like wet Sunday afternoons when you watched amazing dancing and music like this;

Moving on…….

Oh, and my incredibly talented one-year old grand-daughter sent me an e-mail with a link to the Early Learning Centre catalogue, with a suggestion that she just might like ‘this’ as a Christmas pressie. 😀

I will now mention Paris but this week’s Kay Burleyism of the month is when she outro’d/intro’d as follows:

‘That was Professor Such and Such; and now for an expert on the subject, here’s Professor So and So.’

But she and every other news reporter and their production and camera teams have played a blinder. Funny how all those Social Media critics of the media have stayed quiet. You can’t do Kay’s job from a computer in your back bedroom – altho’ you can plan a bombing campaign. Ideas and theologies know no borders so you can’t block them.

And no woman in a burqa has ever worried me. We live in a tolerant society, so why ban them? Now, people firebombing or painting graffiti on mosques does worry me. What if these people ever disagree with what I have to say?

And finally, I went to a funeral the other day……Stewart Cruickshank’s.

A lot of people may never have heard of Stewart before this week but an awful lot of nice things were said about him this week – through the pages of Facebook, on BBC Radio Scotland, on Reporting Scotland and on Byres Road.

He had a degree in Economics and Librarianship and started his BBC life in the Gram (Record) library in the basement around about the same time I did (in Religious Broadcasting). Not only was his knowledge of recorded music phenomenal, but he did so much for live music and broke so many new bands through programmes like Beat Patrol with Peter Easton and people. But in conversations (like real ones in Byres Road with @soulboydaviebee) a very similar tale occurs….You’d bump into Stewart in the corridor and tell him that you’d heard a new band a couple of weeks ago, they were really good and had he heard of them?

Yes, he had. He could then give you their discography, their current line-up, who they sounded like and if I liked that kinda music I should listen to……… and then, he’d reach into his pocket or his bag and bring out a demo tape/cassette/tape/cd or usb stick of theirs and give it you. 🙂

I do wish everyone who slags off the BBC could meet people like him who give so much of themselves to encouraging folk to achieve their potential – in his case, music.

The Great and the Good of Scottish broadcasting were there plus some well known names as well.

So that’s it.

Cya, still wearing that badge (and I found two Doctor Who badges in a Christmas box) and keeping it simple – but in a fairly relaxed kinda way. 🙂

Johnt850, truly a little scamp

Aye, Christmas……and it’s Christmas. It’s not Xmas, altho’ Xtine is perfectly acceptable 🙂

But before I say anything about it, I want to mention a Middle Eastern couple (not sure of religion) who were homeless (she was pregnant) and were looking for somewhere to stay. We only have accommodation for single people and the Hamish Allen Centre was full.

A lot of councils wouldn’t take them cos suddenly they realised that they already had homeless people and a lot of folk were agin them cos Britain First had told them to be. And a lot of other folk, including the Provost of Bute, (it has been suggested) thought they might be terrorists…..

Eventually, someone said, ‘Look, we’re halfway through a barn conversion but the local council has stopped our funding for these things as the SNP, in order to court popularity (it has been suggested), have not increased Council Tax for years. Anyway get your heads down there for a wee while.’

And they did. And she gave birth. And shepherds and kings and Kay Burley came to visit.

Do I have to tell you their names?

And I’ve lost the name of the guy whose tweet led to all that.

So lots of dance stuff in the blog these days (No. No reason) and this next vid (suggested by top singer Andrea Cunningham) is just pure fun. It evokes the spirit of wed Sunday afternoons again and there’s a wee dance routine with Fred and Ginger that I could see me and…….oh, hang on. There’s the doorbell. It’ll be the pressie. Enjoy. 😀


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