Delft

January 22nd:Delft
As per rolling a double six, (see Colin's blog), I find myself in the famous old town of Delft for the next six months at least. It will be fun getting to know Holland again.

I lived in the Hague 10 years ago and still remember Scotland scoring against Brazil in the '98 world cup and burning my knees as I went down in a victory celebration across the carpet. Too much cheap Dutch beer. Happy days, at least until Tom Boyd scored the winner for the jammy Brazilians.

Anyway, more Dutch posts to follow.

My Act of Remembrance

January 14th: My Act of Remembrance

One year ago on this date we gave the rebel soul away to a place that was so very much a part of him - the North Sea. We did it on his 79th Birthday, today he would have been 80.

He was some bloke - he lied about his age during the war so we were always mixed up as a family about how old he actually was.

Pain, regret, sorrow, laughter, happy times, things said, things never said. It all blends into a mix that's hard to convey, get to grips with and move on from but we do because we have to - it's just the way it is for us.

He enjoyed the confusion.

Lady With Long Eyelashes

January 11th: Lady with Long Eyelashes

by Ailsa

Dad Found

January 7th:
Dad Found

Happy 2008 anybody and everybody.

Anyway, whilst the female Minks were hunting and gathering in the post xmas sales I was tracked down to the Prince of Wales just off Union Street. All good things come to an end I suppose.

Xmas was good and busy - London for a catch up with other Minks and a bit of a party - and a rammy in Drum at the home of Ian Hardie & Pauline McGee, two very creative pals in the fields of art and guitar playing respectively.

A bit of a Scottish jam session ensued with the bairns on the Bodhrán (alongside special guest celeb Iain M Banks who was good craic) and a lot of other drunken bams. Magic.

Too much beer was consumed with a potentially disastrous and embarrassing incident in the pitch black of night at the local B&B involving taking a wrong turn whilst inebriated trying to find the lavvy but that’s a story for another time.

I heard on the radio this morning that it's Manic Monday - the busiest time for divorce papers being filed after the Xmas & New Year nonesense , new jobs being sought out by people and holidays being booked. Well I have thus far avoided the first (only just mind, cause if I had pished in the B&B wifies bedroom my heid would have been on a stick fae the wife like), I will have some exciting news on the job front (hopefully soon ) and I already did the third booking up a week in the sun whilst the hunters hunted and the gatherers gathered from the comfort of the Prince of Wales with a pie, a pint, a read of the paper and my mobile phone.

Manic Monday my arse! Everything is under control.