Jan. 20th, 2014

f4f3: (Flashy)
I'm currently trying to balance working in three cities (Glasgow, Edinburgh and Inverness) with the gigging opportunities of Celtic Connections in Glasgow. I had a great time at Travis on Saturday (first concert at the Barrowlands for a while, and it still rocks. And bounces) and this week I have R.M. Hubbard, Peatbog Fairies and James Grant. Oh, and a Bon Voyage on Saturday to my friends Eric and Linsey, who are heading off for New York State soon.

Next week is Lloyd Cole, and very probably something else will come up - it's that sort of Festival. I'd like to get to the after hours club some night, if I have the stamina.

Work is also busy. I'm getting much more involved in Inverness, and seem on the unfortunate verge of becoming a key player. Dammit, I hate when that happens. On the bright side, this locked my being called to Slough for another project. I don't want to go to Slough.

Health has been fine, except... I'm off for an EKG this afternoon, at the request of my GP. I'm not expecting this to be a problem, but it's hard to be cool about something as fundamental as my heart. I'm trying not to get caught up in "what ifs" but it's not easy, and I had hospital dreams last night.

Once I get those results, though, booking for Holiday 5-0 flights will begin. Well, hopefully.

Depending on whether I fly through London or not that will be either 5 or 7 flights in 14 days, which is a pretty packed programme, but I'm hoping do a layover in San Francisco before spending 5-7 days on a beach in Hawaii before heading back via Houston and Manhattan. Or maybe start in New York and finish in Hawaii. I'm nothing if not flexible.

Planning for one is a lot easier than planning for two, and it's going to be a whole different sort of holiday from any I've had since, uh, 1993. Interesting times, people, interesting times...
f4f3: (big bad magician)
I arrived 15 minutes early for my ECG, and was out 5 minutes before the appointment was due.

The clinician who did the scan told me there was absolutely nothing to worry about on it, gave me a letter to take to my GP, and waved me on my way.

Given that the guy who was seen immediately before me was asked to wait to see a doctor afterwards, I was quite pleased and relieved about that.

So I had no excuse not to go to Inverness, and I'm now swaying through the dark of a Highland night, having hit up the trolley service for every available First Class benefit - sandwiches, cup cake, crisps, a bannanananana, tea, wine and whisky. I wish I'd got on at Edinburgh instead of Perth, since the Glasgow to Perth service only got me a measly cup of tea and some fruit salad. 

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