Monday, March 29, 2010


Ah, British Summer Time... The snow is back on the hills and the temperature has plummeted in correlation with the clocks going forward. It’s practically Easter and this time next week I’ve got a week’s pass from the day prison. There are all kinds of practical things I need to do during this period but as always, we’ll see. Still it does prefer a light at the end of the tunnel. One of the things I’ve been putting off forever is making a will and in recent times have been pondering this. It’s pretty tough trying to decide who will be heir to this Dictators “Bloodbrothers” 8-track you know.

Getting back to the white powder, it must have been the right kind of snow though because it’s disappeared pretty sharpish. None of that stuff we had at Christmas that hung about for weeks that stopped us getting about. No point really because the trains and planes not running will see to even greater inconvenience wrought over the next wee while. Speaking as one that hasn’t had a pay increase for a couple of years now, I know how it is with the crawlspace up before the thin end of the wedge. Still, I don’t have the means of bringing the country to a standstill to protest so I’ll just have to tholl it.

It was remiss of me not to mention Ken Fox yesterday when I was assembling this. I actually forgot he was Canadian and was in The Scenics ‘tween 1980 and 1982. It’s a cold, damp evening here and I’m going nowhere both figuratively and physically. Getting to this point has been a minor ordeal in itself. So you’ll excuse me if I don’t feel like prattling on...

2 comments:

Christopher said...

Can I have your old NEXT BIG THING back issues? You pay the postage.

Lindsay Hutton said...

Too late Chris, they're going to the burny fire with me...