Today’s Reader of the Day is the mysterious sidspid, who recommends Kirsty MacColl as the soundtrack as I take you down to fifteen remaining ticks.
Blimey, Kirsty was a great songwriter (sometimes let down by tinny production), look at these lines;
There’s Suzy-Ann with her tits and curls
Where mediocrity excels
For those vicious boys and their boring girls
You know it makes me sick but it’s a bozo’s world
Time for a quick update on the road map from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening, I think.
Nobody said it was gonna be easy (or cheap), but this page was going to look very lovely, soon.
It was 19:30 by now, and Mrs RM had been phoning pubs to see if a) they’d be open, b) could we park our campervan in Strathcarron for a small fee and c) would they definitely be open ?
That done, she parked the van outside the Old Inn at Carbost near Loch Harport and ordered me to be quick.
Well, actually she hovered (not a reference to a Blackpool Jane post), as there was no space outside the Inn.
Or inside a pub full of young, straggly escapees from a Waterboys reunion. It looked magnificent; search google for pics yourself.
At the bar, a bloke got out a lighter as if to light his girlfriends fag, only to singe her nostril hairs instead. This really happened.
As did her then putting £32 on her card for a collection of small and brightly coloured liquids. “They’re my first drinks of the say” she said to the barperson. I bet they weren’t.
The barpeople were, as always, sensationally patient and polite, and kindly allowed me to pay in coinage for a half of Skye Red.
Remember kids, NEVER buy
cask in Scotland beers on homemade pump clips (NBSS 1.5). No, YOU take it back. Actually, perhaps it IS meant to taste like that.
Sadly, it’s illegal to tip beer in the sea in Scotland. But lochs ? Not so sure.
Anyhow, fifteen left. What can go wrong now ?