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‘Do not be shy to share your thoughts. Do not think they will look stupid. Imagine you are talking to a friend and proving your point of view.’ (Tips on Reflective Writing)

June 26, 2020

And so, dear listener, we live in interesting times – which are well documented through social media. Amongst the more endearing aspects of Facebook are its reminders of what you were doing this time a year ago, two years ago and so on.

It also tells you when your friends’ birthdays are. 🙂

Maybe it should tell you that now is a good time to go through a period of reflection which is what I’m going to do.

(Don’t panic. It’s not a ‘poor me’ rant but if I can’t use the show to share these things with people, then there’s not much point in having a show, is there? And I do worry about the same people getting landed with my strange thoughts when they might have thoughts of their own that they’d like to share. Proper sharing is good. I’m here.)

Y’see, last year, at this time, it had been about five months since my sister had passed away and I had got over that.

We were in that phase of settling the estate and I was getting full support from Son Brian, and friends such as Kenny the shedpimp and good friend e were doing wonders with their help but I was a bit down. 😦

So I walked into Queen Street Station (will I ever have the courage to do that again?) and looked at the destination board, and at the stations for Mallaig and decided that Arisaig was the place to go. Actually it was Morar that I was thinking of but sometimes I leave my brain in the kitchen.

It was a pretty good weekend and I ‘bumped’ into friends Sharon and Kenny when I was up there, just across from the Spar. 😀

Anyway, I did some thinking and I realised that I was unhappy with the lack of action, it seemed to me, on the legal front. My lawyer was a friend from my first time at university and had legalled for me for years but there was something that was not right. 😦

Another couple of meetings seemed to go nowhere and a chat with my inner circle led to a decision; I made contact with a firm of solicitors in Paisley and they took over. And things picked up. And it’s that that I miss. A definitive moment.

In a way I’m slightly jealous of folk with dates to go back to shops and offices and also schools ALTHO’ I know teachers and classroom assistants who have been looking after the children of keyworkers and are involved in setting things up for (maybe) mid-August. It’s been more or less the same faces working at ASDA and I seem accepted in the local Lifestyle Express and I do know folk with no job to go back to.

It’s an advantage of being self-employed that you assume no work is going to come in and the last few weeks have been zilch – but I’ve just taken on two small pieces of work which is good. 🙂

I know that, for me, the definitive moment will be when I can, without worrying, get on to a train from Summerston into Glasgow Queen Street and go to a couple of non-essential shops (Love Music and Waterstones) and then take the train home. 😀 😀 😀

In the meantime, it’s my XXth birthday this week. This time last year, I was driving up and down to Garelochead every second Sunday to check on my sister’s house before it was sold. Oh, and her Glasgow flat.

Maybe I should take another trip down the A82 and call in somewhere where I can get a cup of takeway coffee and just sit there with a pen and a pad, and brainstorm. Somewhere picturesque with a good view. Maybe the Quay, Dumbarton, overlooking the River Leven, just along from Alternatives Community Rehab……good memories as a volunteer worker – we’ll see. And it doesn’t have to be that day itself. 😉

For my 60th I abseiled down the Titan Crane in Clydebank and zip-wired over Aberfoyle. Now I just want to sit down with a cup of coffee and plan my future. How times have changed. But I have one. A future. Hopefully. And that is the big thing. And patience.

And finally, speaking of futures, the grandchildren were over for Father’s Day (with their dad – my son who got married seven years ago this week……busy week over the years) and I have a Tassimo coffee maker so I was given a selection box of coffees for that. It’s interesting. Just over fourteen years ago I might be given a range of German lagers from M & S. These days, I’m still getting psychoactive drugs as pressies. 🙂

And it seems I make my instant coffee cups too strong and that maybe explains a lot. If we think back a few years. You get to a stage where you need to up the quantity to get the desired effect.

Tioraidh, keeping it simple and fun.

Iaint850, did you know that the public toilets in Arisaig were looked after by local volunteers. Would that work in
Kelvingrove Park? Answers please.

So I played a wee bit of Rhiannon Giddens last week but she’s also a member of a band called the Carolina Chocolate Drops (and I’ve not checked its derivation) and this is from the album ‘leaving eden’ and it’s Country Girl.

But before I do, my thoughts are with (as much as they can be) all the people caught up in the ‘incident’, in one way or another, in Glasgow City Centre on Friday. Maybe next week when we know a little more about what happened I may say a little about my own experience of working with the homeless, some of whom were refugees.

‘First they came for the journalists; so, after that we have no idea what really happened.’ (adopted and adapted)

June 5, 2020

And so, dear listener, that is a theme I may return to later in the show. Or I may not.

But first, I’d like to thank good friend of the show, Craig Williams, for not only suggesting a lively piece of music which will cheer people up, but in doing so, reminding me of a significant meeting in my life. 😀

As I’ve explained before, my sister and I were brought up in Peterhead, but because both our parents had relations in Glasgow we came down to Glasgow on holiday on many occasions. 🙂 🙂

‘But’, said people in Peterhead (and I won’t do the accent), ‘isn’t it dangerous in Glasgow? Aren’t there razor gangs and so on in Glasgow?’

‘Yes.’ I would proudly reply, with not a clue as to what I was talking about, but conscious of the fear on the faces that I was provoking. 😀

Anyway, in the same way that there was an amazing shop called The Clyde Model Dockyard in the Argyll Arcade, there was also a brilliant department store called Lewis’s in the building that now houses Debenhams. It had a record store in the basement, which I grew to love once I’d hit double figures, but my main memory, which I had forgotten until Craig got in touch, was that was where I once met the Lone Ranger (but without Tonto).

Now, I refuse to speculate on the relationship between these two but to a boy of single figures and short trousers, to be introduced to the man with the black mask (around his eyes – but not his nose and mouth) was the epitome of cool in those days. It was only later in my life, I was touching forty, when it struck me that this may not have been the real Lone Ranger but a man masquerading as such. Happy daze. 😀

The title sequence was the LR on his marvellous silver steed doing some kind of horse wheely to the tune of the William Tell Overture. Craig’s special request was for the version by the great Glen Campbell, so here it is.

It’s not normally a request show but these are not normal times. But if you do have any requests, please ask.

But there are some hints of normality around. On Wednesday I paid a visit to another household in Glasgow on the other side of Anniesland Cross and that was very pleasant and very normal but it was a phone call I got later that afternoon that said NORMAL once I’d finished the conversation.

The landline rang. Which in itself is unusual. Other than my son or my ex-wife. ‘No. I have not been in a car crash and the two rooms I’d most like to decorate are the groom’s quarters and the maid’s boudoir.’ But like most folk I have voice mail and I’ll let the message start ……just in case.

It was the Maryhill Health Centre!!!!!

OMG!!!! Aaaaargh!!!!! Contact!!!!!! 😦 😦 😦 !!!!

But no. It was a nurse. (be calm, beating heart!) It had been some time since I’d had my bloods done and my blood pressure checked. Would I like to come in next week to see a nurse? ‘Well, yes.’

And we’ve agreed a time. I’ll be given gloves and a mask and it should just be as per usual. Except it won’t be cos I’ve never had my blood stuff done with someone wearing PPE and I’ve seen some of Quatermass on Talking pictures and
I’ll be fine. Won’t I Skippy?

But it threw me. It’ll be interesting. 😉

And finally, on the downside, there is a slight feeling that some people think it’s all over. Not just the thirty total tossers and their journey to Largs the other day. Indeed I went onto Twitter and said how ignorant and selfish they’d been (only slightly longer and slightly more venomous) and I got, the last time I looked, over 200 likes. 😀

No, there’s still people going the wrong way round in the ASDA and I still bang into them (even if it’s just a basket) but they’re now complaining about me running over their foot and when I tell them to stick to the arrows, they tell me to watch where I’m going and, yes, I’m following the arrows. That’s me watching where I’m going.

‘Well, you should watch where you’re going’ is their final riposte and I’m not actually on the set of Quatermass. It’s actually Shaun of the Dead.

Tioraidh, and still keeping them all simple and fun as well as still wearing that badge

Iaint850, and since this was first published, my grandkids (and their dad) have been over and they brought their scooters (not their dad’s scooter) and we went over to the graveyard (where else?) and scooted (not their grandpa).

And I can’t finish without saying something about the USA which is led by a man who has never read a book in his life, let alone the bible which he held, upside down, as if he were taking the oath in a TV courtroom drama rather than the beautiful book he claimed it is in a 2016 interview and even the much maligned Richard Millhouse Nixon, when President of the USA, went just outside the gates of the White House to talk to protestors without gassing them and as for claiming he was inspecting the bunker rather than taking shelter in it reminds me of the time when I was caught watching porn and I explained I’d been looking a for a recipe for corn and it was a typo……….

At what point, in that last paragraph, dear listener, did I run out of steam?

And then I watched a rambling, incoherent President of the United States speak for about forty incoherent, rambling minutes on Friday afternoon and I despaired for the future of the world; not just the USA.

Anyway this is Sam Cooke and A Change is Going to Come……..let’s hope so.

‘Dom Cummings followed the guidelines and looked after his family. End of story.’ (Culture Secretary Oliver Dowden) ‘I know ending stories and this ain’t it, chief. (JK Rowling, well known author)

May 29, 2020

And so, dear listener, a wee word if I may about blogging and, please, bear with me. I’ve been doing it now for just over twelve years and it’s basically a fun couple of hours when I hammer words into this typewriter and then re-arrange them to make sense. 🙂

I used to do it live, straight onto the WordPress template (which they’re about to change yet again) and do final editing then…….in the days of tape, razor blade and sticky tape…..but that was creating pressure so I stopped doing that and instead started drafting it during the week and did the final topping and tailing once I’ve transferred it on a Friday….and then hit the Publish button (still a thrill, not that I get………) 😦

And yes, I do wait until Sunday before I tell the world of Facebook at which time I may use the Update button. This means that if something has happened between hitting the streets on a Friday and it being read by the more sedate burghers on Facebook on a Sunday, I can make a change.

And then I leave it. It’s gone. 70-80-99-120 people read it. That’s fine. I write it for me………maybe part of my therapy?
Somebody else described it as such. 🙂

It would never, ever occur to me to go back several months and add stuff.

So, if you ever do drop into my back catalogue and discover that I wrote about my discovery of penicillin, well it’s there cos it’s true. And, yes, I was the first man on the Moon. I just didn’t say anything about it at the time but if you re-arrange the letters of iaint850 you can come up with Buzz Aldrin. That’s how we hid it.

And that night with Naomi Campbell did happen. She is one helluva a Bagetelle player. 😀

And Skippy, the invisible bush kangaroo who has been with me since this blog started does exist. Honestly.

And then there’s the car-driving thing.

I think I can safely say that during my alcoholically dependent period I did not drive while drunk but it wouldn’t have been the first Saturday morning that I woke up and realised that I had to go back into town and get my car down from a multi-storey car park where I’d left it the night before. So safe, on so many levels. 😉

I worked for a PR consultancy in Bothwell Street at the time so it would have been Waterloo Street car park – not that far from Bonkers Showbar.

However, see when you read on a packet of Lemsip (or similar) that you’re not supposed to exceed six in twenty-four hours, there’s a reason for that.

It was in the immediate period after the cold turkey, and the cancer treatment – a time when your head is clearing of so many things but you’ve still got a long way to go.

I had a bad cold. I seriously overdid the Lemsip. I got the munchies. It was a paracetamol high. I thought I’ll drive down to the ASDA and get something to eat. It’s a four minute drive.

After two minutes of that driving, I realised it was wrong and that I should turn round and go home. So, paracetemolly, I drove onto ASDA, drove in through the IN bit and back out through the OUT bit and went home.

It was only when I crunched into the drive that I realised how stupid I’d been.

Almost as stupid as Michael Gove and Dominic Cummings who claim that the best way to check your eyesight is to go for a drive. Listeners of a certain age may remember the short sighted Mr Magoo and the carnage he caused cos he couldn’t see what he was driving into. 😦

And then there’s been a smell this week – other than at Westminster. It’s been in my kitchen. Which is quite reassuring as it means I still have my sense of smell, and I can taste toothpaste.

Like a lot of people, I seem to be spending much of my time (I live on my own – have I ever mentioned that?) cleaning and tidying the house until the next time I clean and tidy the house.

I narrowed it down to the fridge which I keep tidy and I’m very careful about Use By dates.

So I washed and wiped and wiped and washed the fridge and its contents. I moved it out and washed behind it.

I used to work for Blue Triangle (supported accommodation for the homeless including refugees with ‘no recourse to public funds’) and every time I tell people that and they say ‘that must have been worthwhile’, I think of the number of nightshifts when you cleaned a room for a new service user moving in in the morning and one of the worst tasks was the fridge. 😦

Then it hit me……well thankfully not literally.

I had assumed that if it was a fridge smell, it was in the fridge. It was actually on top of the fridge. There was a box of twelve eggs on top of the fridge except two of them were cracked and had seeped through the box. Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy, after that. 🙂

If only all foul smells were as easy to eradicate.

tioraidh, and still keeping it all those things I like to keep it.

Iaint850, and it’s all a bit of a clusterbourach isn’t it?

So there’s a new Steve Earle album on the turntable even as we speak and thanks to a tip-off from top PT fan, Ken, I watched Steve intro many of the tracks on a Facebook live streaming session and I did do the fan thing where I sent the message ‘hi steve, I’m from Glasgow and me and good friend e saw you a few years ago at the Kelvingrove Bandstand’ and, in hindsight, I realise the phrase, ‘good friend e‘ may have sent the wrong message unless Steve is a regular reader.

None of the tracks are up visually on Youtube yet, so here’s ten minutes of Steve Earle and the Pogues. Pure genius.

Never underestimate the strength of a recovering addict; they’ve walked roads you couldn’t imagine.

May 22, 2020

And so, dear listener, the Government has spoken to tell us where and when we can see family and friends (including grandchildren); when children might be able to go to school; and when we might be able to use public transport. Our freedoms have, understandably, been curtailed but there is still a daily death list. People need to be patient and to be aware of others. There is still a long way to go.

I thought the First Minister spoke well the other day (as she has done, cautiously, all the way through the crisis) but that doesn’t mean I can’t have reservations about her, her predecessor and their party after all their years in power.

It’s natural and to be expected. It’s what we expect of an opposition, but we currently don’t have one other than the press. Even the comedians are on her side. Whatever happened to political satire? 😦

The last time we had a decent opposition was when it was the SNP. It’s easier in opposition. I remember (2004?) being an Assistant Producer on a series of BBC programmes from the old Royal High School leading up to the Scottish Elections. I was the Election Unit’s Research Team. Nicola was one of several Scottish politicians put on the spot by an informed audience and she was superb.

But it was her blatant sexism the other day that got me. 😉

Dear Nicola, it is not only women who are missing hairdressers; I am.

I get my haircut every four to five weeks because I do not want to look like an old man who does not get his hair cut. 😦

Another few weeks and they’ll be calling me the Freddie Boswell of St Kentigern’s Cemetery, Maryhill

Just sayin’, that’s all.

(And please don’t work Erik the Floodstalker too hard. He’s a PT fan. It’s been a difficult enough year even without the Corona boy.) 😉

Moving on.

I thoroughly enjoyed the Eurovision Night the other night (well when else?) and it was superb background against which to do nothing (again) but did I miss a re-run of the lady Polish butter churners of a wee while back?

This is the Icelandic entry and I thought it was superb. Eurovision for the Tik Tok generation. 🙂

And a big thanks to Missie K who seems to have persuaded me, some friends and several thousand others to buy some clothes from this charity. 😀 And in doing so we help a lot of workers in Bangla Desh. 🙂

https://loststock.co/

It would appear that I have agreed to buy at least three tops in dark colours with no patterns, of medium size and I lied about my age. I have no idea what I’m getting and when it will arrive. It sounds to me a wee bit like how some people have described supermarket deliveries. The ASDA down the road is still good enough for me.

Once I find out what’s in my ‘man box’ I will describe it to you in great detail. 😀 😀 😀

And I’m afraid I killed off some herb plants I had growing in the porch – but not in the fiesta. They were all doing well but I’m afraid that next to the water sprayer that I used for them was an anti-bac spray that I use for the letter box and the door handles. I don’t really need to go any further do I?

And finally, I think my editing empire has reached the end of the road – at least for the very foreseeable future. Currently I have some PhD chapters to come in and maybe some conclusions from social work students but, after that, nothing.

There’s usually post grad dissertations around about now so I may still get a shout there but my big earner of the year is not happening. Glasgow University hosts an annual Adam Smith Business School for students from all over the world and that is a really big earner. For about four-five weeks in July and August it’s wall to wall editing and I, and the others, do not get much of a chance to leave the house (hahahahahahaha) so maybe it’s no bad thing it’s not happening and I will get to see friends, family and hairdressers instead.

The jury is out on the next academic year but as most of my work comes from recommendations (especially from the Chinese community) if they ain’t here to discuss things over a cup of coffee in the Hub, then I have no chance. How much will the unies go over to online lecturing which takes away so much of the university experience? Still, mustn’t grumble. As Dominic Cummings said when he and his family finally reached Durham. Again.

Tioraidh, still keeping it fun and simple and still washing my hands – are you?

Iaint850, who hopes to hell and back that the idiots don’t spoil it for the rest of us.

So I’d a very pleasant online chat with the rainforestriverman the other day. Coincidentally, it took place on the 180th anniversary of the birth of Brother Walfrid which was also the day that Celtic won/were awarded the League title. 🙂

He very kindly passed on some podcasts and listening to them and some from the Scottish Drugs Forum has been very therapeutic*.

(*And the suggestion for this Month’s Word of the Week came from Kenny the Shed Pimp)

One of the podcasts was about the false imprisonment (twice) of a man called Rubin Hurricane Carter and it was really well told but it’s story I already knew (from 1975) from a time when Bob Dylan (19 today) wrote short, pithy and straight to the point songs.

Enjoy

Be Aware (Skippy came up with that one and I think it makes much more sense)

May 15, 2020

And so, dear listener, I am going to attempt to do this without talking about ‘the corona boy’ as Kenny the Shed Pimp refers to him. I suspect, therefore, it will be a lot shorter than usual but I want to avoid some of the things I’ve been talking about in the last few weeks cos I get depressed. 😦

Such as last Sunday when Boris’s speech, and Nicola’s reaction, really plunged me into the valley of despair but, coincidentally, an hour later and totally separately Son Brian sent me some pics of him and KT and the grandkids and I was all smiles again. 🙂 🙂

And, no, these pics don’t get shared on social media. They marked the X box for no publicity.

So let’s start with the carrot and coriander soup. I don’t bake but for many years I have made soup. Carrot and coriander with lentils and a veggie stock. Shouldn’t have been a problem. 😉

All the ingredients from the ASDA fresh that morning, cook them up in a stock pot, let them cool and put it all through a blender. Done that many, many times. But then I noticed some lumps and thought I’ll let it work its way through a sieve.

When attempting to do this, please always make sure that the handle of the sieve is pointing away from you so that, when you bend down and then back up, you do not knock the sieve and spread its contents over the kitchen floor. 😦

Not just over the floor but the top of the cooker and the worktop and into some drawers of crockery and cutlery and so on. Despite wiping it up and washing the floor there and then, the stickiness and the colour remained for some time (like a couple of days) and it may be a wee while before I return to soup making.

But I take solace from the amazingly trouble free process of buying a Partick Thistle season ticket. As regular listeners will be aware going to Firhill a few years ago became part of my recovery from alcohol and stuff but I’ve not been a regular attender for the last couple of seasons but had planned to go back this Spring. Which we’ve just missed.

But one e-mail and one phone call and it’s all settled and it only needs the ticket office to open and it will be sent out to me. Mentioned it on social media and was delighted when the PT chairperson, Jacqui Low, thanked me in person. 😀

An interesting season beckons. Whenever.

And despite the rumours I keep spreading of the editing coming to an end, there’s still a couple of PhDs and a couple of dissertations to finish off and whilst I am getting no new enquiries, some students may have moved on but still remember me and I’m editing stuff they have written for journals.

And I’m doing a lot of reading. Good friend e dropped off some books but it was done in the same quasi-military manner as when her husband c picked up all those newspapers for Holly the dog – a real newshound.

I have a porch. Okay it’s a fiesta that sits on the drive but the porch is handy. It means I can open the front door, the books get dropped off and the reward of some fresh rhubarb gets picked up. All done at an appropriate distance. Not quite the long walks of yore with a cup of coffee in a dog friendly coffee shop but I’m sure that’s not far away in terms of years.

Sorry. 😦

One of the books is called The Assistant and without giving too much away it is about those friendly listening devices we think we command but what if they start giving out the instructions?

Some times books get to me and this one did. Whilst I do not have one of these listening devices because I believe that’s what they do – listen – there are times when technology gets to me. This was one occasion.

I saw things that might not actually have been there. Why, for example, did my computer tell me that I had arranged an update for 1.36 a.m. when I hadn’t? So, yes, I was awake between 1 and 2 that morning to see what happened. Nothing.

And, yes, that’s been all and it’s not a lot but it does mean I need to stay alert……..Aaaaaargh! I’d almost reached the end without alluding to Covid-19 but I do have one question, if I may. If people in England are allowed to play tennis and golf under certain restrictions, why isn’t there this slogan?

PLAY WITH YOUR OWN BALLS AND NOBODY ELSE’S

Tioraidh 🙂

Iaint850 🙂 I AM NOT MAN

And this week’s piece of music from the cassette collection is by the Robert Cray Band with the very unsexist Nothin’ But a Woman

Roses are red, April seems grey. I hope we can get out by the start of May. (adopted from Anon)

April 3, 2020

Except, dear listener, it looks increasingly unlikely. If the lockdown does seem to be working then it makes sense to keep it going; if it’s not, then it will get tougher. The UK Government’s handling of things has been too little too late and too bloody inefficient, and whilst the Scottish Government paints a more honest picture, it is very difficult to be sure of where this is all heading.

And yes, there are too many conflicting messages coming over and that’s something I will return to, but first……last week’s show was well received despite some personal misgivings about what I was saying about myself so mega ta……. 🙂

Today’s show is a wee bit more random thoughts (some of which may apply to you) as I broadcast from home yet again.

And before I start randomising, in many respects I’m fine because I live on my own at home and am used to working from home BUT I very much miss seeing grandchildren, dog walks, coffee with people and lunches and randomly bumping into people in Byres Road……..so many things to look forward to. 😀

And when I get a wee bit lonely I play music. I hadn’t realised how many crap CDs I had. 😦

Anyway, most of the people in my street (cul-de-sac) were out on Thursday night applauding for all workers who are caring for us, ranging from the NHS to social care to supermarket workers to the paid and voluntary workers with the homeless, and the dogs seemed settled. One household, which is self-isolating (and there may be others) came to the windows and applauded. They had a delivery from a well known supermarket which was left on their doorstep and the window chapped by a well gloved hand.

We’re only now learning how unhygienic we really are. 😦

The postman still delivers (why are firms still punting junk mail?) so I anti-bac the front door handle and the letter box.

And we don’t need a letter from Boris. That isn’t going to stop those idiots who fouled up Strathclyde Park last week.
We need a new Central Office of Information (COI) that can use TikTok to talk to people.

(Aye the COI was done away with in 2011. It’s thanks to their Public Service Advertising that if my kite gets trapped halfway up an electric pylon I don’t climb after it and I don’t get into cars with strangers cos Charlie told me not to. Charlie? No. Not that Charlie)

And I was invited to take part in a conversation on Zoom and it went well. If I ever do get my act together with regard to Zoom or similar, who pays? I had slight computer problems which have been fixed remotely by a good guy in Largs (or somewhere cos it doesn’t matter where if it’s remote)

And a big well done to my local ASDA which I’m still visiting. On Thursday they had two sets of barriers to form a queuing system – one for NHS workers and the elderly (I am neither) and one for the rest of us, but the ‘five in and five out’ seemed to work and it was well stocked apart from spring onions. And I’m checking use by dates and planning rough menus. 😉

There’s no doubt in my mind that some of the early uncertainty about the social effects of the virus came from those who went out and panic bought and put everyone else in a difficult position (see me – see last week’s blog) when it came to buying stuff. I take the fact that the supermarkets are almost normal as an optimistic sign and full credit to the workers therein. 🙂

And there’s been plenty of advice about home schooling your children* but what about your parents if they still live with you (and if they don’t then you staying at your home and them staying at their home may be proving hard)….anyway, one thought if I may…….maybe plan some trips with them for when this is over. Plan to visit places that are important to them, but in detail. Why are these places important, do they have photos (my late sis had lots of photos she never got the chance to describe to people) and what do they think you’ll get from these trips……..cos you are definitely going with them, aren’t you? And maybe dress up when you do it and there’s nothing wrong with a glass of wine** or nibbles as you do it.

**or orange juice if you prefer.

*If I may…….for the children? (And I’m not sure about the phrase ‘home schooling’. It seems to put pressure on parents when all you might want to do is to keep them smiling while learning)

One idea is to watch a TV programme together; discuss it afterwards; maybe do a drawing from it; and maybe even act some of it out. It’s a thought. No more. It’s Media Studies. 😀

And so before I sign off with tonight’s music a wee word about Sir James Gordon who passed away this week and who I had met on several occasions. Much has been said about his starting Radio Clyde and all the local radio spin-offs from that and his love for Glasgow University and the students’ union where it all started, but I just see him as someone from what seems now like a golden generation, and a different era, where if you were successful in business then you felt it was important to give something back to the public good. Until a few weeks ago it seemed that many people in politics (with some exceptions) were in it for what they could get out of it. Maybe they still are.

If only we had more like Jimmy and some others now………

Tioraidh, keeping it simple

Iant850, keeping it fun and keeping it at homw

So, tonight’s music carries on with me choosing music just cos I want to. Tonight’s choice reflects on friendships and I’m not going to highlight any initial in particular but all initials and pseudonyms that have featured in the blog, but it was a good gig……..and if the lockdown does continue for another ten weeks or so, then there may be little difference between me and Mike Scott from the hair point of view.

Take care and stay safe.

“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” – A. A. Milne

March 13, 2020

And so, dear listener, again this might be a slightly shorter version of the show. Obviously Covid-19 is part of the reason for that, particularly as the story is changing all the time and I think that is part of the problem when it comes to panic buying. 😦

I think people are thinking they’re going to catch it now. And that’s the wrong message.

I mean, I fully believe I will get it but maybe not for a few days or weeks (and then hopefully mild to moderate for seven or so days) so until then my life is about managing things in preparation but trying to keep my life as normal as possible. 🙂

(Mind you, I think the world just changed this weekend. Apart from anything else. sporting and literary organisations made decisions that the Scottish Government were going to announce on Monday and the UK Government have published in the Telegraph. I may have to make some other decisions over the next day or so – taking not just myself into account but others who may have greater priorities.

The house is always well stocked with stuff (but not necessarily what it used to be stocked with) and it’s just a question of keeping it topped up.

However, I have seen two examples of panic buying in the ASDA – none of which had anything to do with toilet rolls – of which there are several. One man walked past with a trolley with, I think, ten x 2 litre bottles of Cola and another couple, at least, had some other shopping in it, but this time I think it was ten x 2 litre bottles of Irn Bru.

Maybe that’s the answer. Instead of all these daft Facebook postings recommending drinking lots of water from unnamed Japanese doctors quoting some unnamed Taiwanese doctors, ginger is the answer……..drinking ginger from the old Alpine lorries going round the streets.

And so, some tips on working from home if you’ve not done it for some time. The new format for Bargain Hunt is rubbish; the postman never brings surprises these days and because of the worries about catching something doesn’t even ring once, let alone twice; and, no matter how much you’re tempted, forget that Amazon even exists. It is not the ‘best pal’ that you want to go shopping with. 🙂

And Abandoned Engineering on the Yesterday Channel is amazingly good.

And you will add weight. Guaranteed 😦

But what has been quite reassuring for me is that on Friday morning I collected two months of repeat prescriptions for my (mild to moderate) heart condition and my blood pressure (back to normal cos of the medication). But then I got a text from the health centre on Friday night saying they were only taking consultations by phone……

So, how are people I know coping?

And I am thinking of people working in residential accommodation, for example.

So when that week of self-isolation comes I have books to read. 😀

I’ve just finished ‘Motherwell – a girlhood’ which is more than just about growing up in Motherwell and at one point, when talking to the other member of the book club (good friend e altho’ there used to be another member, but whatever happened to….?) I was a wee bit dismissive of it as a woman’s book. It was at the point when the author, Debbie Orr, was experiencing her first period and being sized for her first bra but it went on to other areas such as leaving home (but never leaving home) to go to university.

I was lucky in that my older sister had paved the way for me by coming down to Glasgow University from Peterhead, but she, certainly to our parents, was a bit of a goody-two-shoes, so when I returned to Peterhead after three years at uny to earn some money in the oil industry, it was like being back at school.

Their bedroom light was still on as I approached the house after a night out and it only went out as my key entered the lock……..

Tioraidh, keeping it fun and simple and still wearing that badge

Iaint850, and very uncertain but I suppose everyone is – even those who are supposed to be coming up with answers.

So, one brief bit of news from me is that I am considering spending some of my sister’s legacy on a kitchen extension. An architect came round and will now go and do some drawings.

But everyone keeps me telling me to get a downstairs toilet and shower but nobody says the reason why…………..but maybe I’ll end up letting out the upstairs part of the house to a full-time carer but I’ve not told them that yet.

And this is new from the Dixie Chicks. As ever with them, listen to the lyrics. I think Debbie Orr would have liked it. It’s Gaslighter and their new album’s ordered.