Cresser's shopfront photo by Dave Henniker
I guess you're all headin' out there to the hill(ocks) rollin' yer eggs or whatever it is people do on Easter Sunday? Me? I'll be attempting to sort out my stationery/packing materials that I can no longer keep at work. Those what ken me know that as well as horde-ing print, music and film - that I tend to do the same with boxes, envelopes, jiffy bags, indeed anything that can be used to transport things through the mail or whatever. All manner and all shapes and size of box just waiting for the right item. Often scoffed at but the tide always turns when the non-believer is presented with a receptacle completely fitting their specification. One thing I did do successfully the other day was to get a whole host (maybe a ton plus) of recycleable stuff to a worthy cause in Edinburgh that deals with such material for charities and organisations that use such stuff for kids craft classes and the like. Better that than for it all to end up in a skip and eventually landfill. I hate waste with a pathological gusto and all around I just see more and more of it. On a similar note, I learned this week that Cresser's - the brush store in Auld Reekie's Victoria Street, just across from The Bow Bar - is up for sale. Another casualty of the shit times we live in. Do they have Bargain Books on Rodeo Drive? A place like this should be immune from the sickness of the taste-marginalised masses who've seen to it that institutions like this just can't afford to exist anymore. It better not become a bloody mobile phone shop... This ain't progress believe me. Merely change for the worse which brings me neatly back to Monday and the circus that awaits in the shadow of Wallace's monument. Mel Gibson has a lot to answer for. End of Chapter One kids...
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