ho hum...

yesterday was the festival of St Joao. Like most festivals this has the unwritten (that I could find) requirement that everyone eats too much and gets drunk. Which, now that I look at it written, I can't see any personal conflict with this at all. They also have the quite implicitly stated hitting with squeaky hammers, which all sounds a bit Tiswas to me, but what can you do except lock the doors and draw the blinds and wait for it to go away? The dog was on fine form again last night and has perfected its "suffering the torment of Hades" one third ineffectual bark one third mournful howl and one third hellish squeal. These all emit from the rather compact canine unit as though each aspect was fed into a mincing machine then onto an amplifier with some slight pitch bend, then to a speaker devoid of lower frequency response. It finally hits the air running with a horrible racket that sounds like a dog being fed into a cement mixer. Send seditives!!! if I can't get the dog to eat them, I'll take the buggers myself.
Oh and fireworks, why oh why oh why do people let them off when you will never see the pretty colours? obviously their only purpose is noise. stop it. you are all driving me insane.

Raining cat and dog poo

Obviously I mean metaphorical, not actual poo.
But the weather during the visit of the gorgeous striped creature was shockingly bad. No wonder the case was so heavy, so much rain had stowed away. Despite that, the casa do tocsin was a happier place and will continue to be simply because it has an air of Badger about it. The fragrance they tried to bottle but simply couldn't find a suitable container. :o)
Here is a picture of happy times.

Sunny Portugal

Back in Portugal. It´s hot. I´d forgotten about that. D is finally here, which is nice, so I have to try and sort out work stuff whilst trying to do all the stuff I´d put off. Was nice to be in Glasgow for a while again and nice to catch up with people and get out to Flux. It was a bit quiet but the music was very good. Keep at it guys, it makes such a difference to have the venues there.

Sitting in Glasgow Caledonian...

Seems that the day I decide to pop in is the day of the memorial service for Magnus Magnusson. Are those two S's correct? Anyway, I'm outside the Saltire Centre with a piper blasting away for all he is worth mere metres away from my dear shell like. It's a nice sound though, so I'm happy with that. The weather is warm, but overcast, Flux is on this Saturday, and so happy camperage is a definite option.
Fly back to Portugal on Monday avec Stuffed Badger. So Happy Happy Happy. For now at least.