So here we are, April 1st and NBT is 28 years old today. #1 hit the streets on this day in 1977 and it's been onwards, not necessarily upwards from there.
Take last night... the Tom Morton Roadshow from Grangemouth High School capped what was a pretty weird day even by my recent standards. I'd never set foot in the place for over 30 years. I used to go into registration then hightail it over the field to work in the local record emporium, Orbit. Anyway last night in addition to Tom, Simon Black was there valueing records(?) and so was Bruce Findlay in his capacity of being ABERFELDY's manager. It was a strange, not unpleasant (until later) experience. When I went to leave the less than salubrious surroundings what was waiting to greet me but a caved in rear windscreen and all the joys that such a caper bestows. To call it a pisser is understating the point somewhat and now, minutes ago, I find out that it won't be rectified until tomorrow. At this point the seething is controllable but I'm not sure how long that'll last before it turns into full blown rage.
ABERFELDY are a pretty decent wee pop group with some potential and I don't think their music is necessarily the soundtrack to damaging cars. They sound like Pulp might if they'd gestated in Folk City, NY or thereabouts. They're from Edinburgh and not Aberfeldy incidentally.
Anyway, I'm not sure how all this is going to play out. Right now, I need this not but wodjagonnado? Not breathing exercises, that's for damn sure.
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