TEN YEARS AFTER, TEN TICKS TO GO. A PAUSE IN PITLOCHRY

A little pause on the blog of late due to “life events” and “irregular WiFi”, neither of which are Kangaroo Air Force Ventilator covers. Due to those “life events” I’m NOT in Orkney tomorrow, but a week ago I was in northern Scotland reducing my GBG pubs required down to a round ten. I think… Continue reading TEN YEARS AFTER, TEN TICKS TO GO. A PAUSE IN PITLOCHRY

A DOZEN (GBG) ROSES & A SIX-PACK (OF IPA) – THE TICKING OF STRATHCARRON

With the ticking of the Strathcarron Hotel my GBG requirements fell to twelve. I thought there’d be LOADS of songs with twelve in them, but Cole Swindell was the obvious choice. Dave “US Dave” Southworth tells me Cole is “the new Dylan“*, but I reckon his musical collaborator Shy Carter is the a superior capturer… Continue reading A DOZEN (GBG) ROSES & A SIX-PACK (OF IPA) – THE TICKING OF STRATHCARRON

FIFTEEN MINUTES, FIFTEEN (15) TICKS LEFT. CARBOST OR BUST.

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 curlsWhere mediocrity excelsFor those vicious boys and their… Continue reading FIFTEEN MINUTES, FIFTEEN (15) TICKS LEFT. CARBOST OR BUST.