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Where I Am
Jun. 22nd, 2014 12:35 amA topic with a lot of scope...
I was talking to a friend yesterday about the visit of HER friend, coming to see her for the first time since she's moved up here.
"So I'll need to take her to some of the local places. Oran Mor for cocktails. Stravaigan. The Chip. The Hanoi Bike Club. Oh, maybe she can come to the Bikram yoga place with me. Or jog in the Botanics. And Cottiers, of course, since that's my local. And what about Delizique?"
Which gave rise to two thoughts, one, how long is this visit supposed to be? And secondly, the furthest distance she'll have to walk to get to any of them is around half a mile. The same goes more or less for me, and I can add in the Corncrake, Chai Ovna, and quite a few others.
I do seem to be pretty well sited...
As evidence of which, last night I went to see Moishe's Bagel at Cottiers, as part of the West End Festival. They're pretty hard to classify, but they sound like this. When they're not sounding like something else.
http://youtu.be/N8FFNpqw-tY
Today I had a general wander, clocking up some more steps for my total (19,100 today). That meant walking into town, after walking around the West End. I picked up the Moth Nuker I wanted, and a copy of The Goldfinch, which for some reason I wanted as a physical book, not an ebook. I also picked up a shirt, a t-shirt and some trainers. None of which I needed, of course.
I had intended going to a whisky tasting in the University Union tonight, but they didn't have any tickets left. On a whim I went past Oran Mor, where Justin Currie was playing a long-sold out gig. Who knows, maybe there were returns? It turns out that they did, so I got to watch Mr Currie from a few feet away, for £20, instead of paying around £50 to watch him from the middle of the vast Hydro Arena.
Justin's songs, going back to Del Amitri, are amongst the few that can remind me of the break up before the break up before the break up before the break up before.
I'll admit, I cried twice, to "Tell Her This" and "Driving With the Brakes On". But I also bellowed my lungs out to those and half a dozen others. And strangely, even while I was crying to the song below I realised strangely, unexpectedly, and undeniably, that I am ready now to fall.
And that's where I am.
I was talking to a friend yesterday about the visit of HER friend, coming to see her for the first time since she's moved up here.
"So I'll need to take her to some of the local places. Oran Mor for cocktails. Stravaigan. The Chip. The Hanoi Bike Club. Oh, maybe she can come to the Bikram yoga place with me. Or jog in the Botanics. And Cottiers, of course, since that's my local. And what about Delizique?"
Which gave rise to two thoughts, one, how long is this visit supposed to be? And secondly, the furthest distance she'll have to walk to get to any of them is around half a mile. The same goes more or less for me, and I can add in the Corncrake, Chai Ovna, and quite a few others.
I do seem to be pretty well sited...
As evidence of which, last night I went to see Moishe's Bagel at Cottiers, as part of the West End Festival. They're pretty hard to classify, but they sound like this. When they're not sounding like something else.
http://youtu.be/N8FFNpqw-tY
Today I had a general wander, clocking up some more steps for my total (19,100 today). That meant walking into town, after walking around the West End. I picked up the Moth Nuker I wanted, and a copy of The Goldfinch, which for some reason I wanted as a physical book, not an ebook. I also picked up a shirt, a t-shirt and some trainers. None of which I needed, of course.
I had intended going to a whisky tasting in the University Union tonight, but they didn't have any tickets left. On a whim I went past Oran Mor, where Justin Currie was playing a long-sold out gig. Who knows, maybe there were returns? It turns out that they did, so I got to watch Mr Currie from a few feet away, for £20, instead of paying around £50 to watch him from the middle of the vast Hydro Arena.
Justin's songs, going back to Del Amitri, are amongst the few that can remind me of the break up before the break up before the break up before the break up before.
I'll admit, I cried twice, to "Tell Her This" and "Driving With the Brakes On". But I also bellowed my lungs out to those and half a dozen others. And strangely, even while I was crying to the song below I realised strangely, unexpectedly, and undeniably, that I am ready now to fall.
And that's where I am.
