Al Qaemist

Yes another festival is going to pass me by due to lack of funds caused my fondness for crack and expensive habit of buying antique deck chairs.

So while everyone pisses off to Dalmally next weekend to watch lots of nice bands for two days, me, John & Ally are going to arrange an ANTI-Dalmally weekend.

This involves meeting up on Friday after work and doing lots of mad fun things in Glasgow for three days. (Which will invairably end up with either me or John drinking Turps.)

So anyone not going to Dalmally up for it?

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Lost in Music (And Fife)

Wednesday, July 9, 2008 3:10:18 PM

Standing in George Square in the centre of Glasgow awaiting the busses, we were surrounded by a mixture of cowboys, outlaws and the unwashed masses. Our destination a secret location somewhere in the mystical badlands of fife where the optimo boys had arranged a party.

The sun shined on the righteous, and we were grateful for our bottles of tonic and cans of cooking lager to quench our thirst, on arrival we had BBQ, and after a few more shandies a go on the bucking bronco, I now know this not advisable if you happen to be equipped with man parts. I managed the highly unimpressive time of 11 seconds.

some arty photos of the barn

Some tunes were provided by “Jacob Yates and The Pearly Gate Lock Pickers” before the sun went down & the discothèque got going.

The music was up to the usual standard, and a lot of dancing, laughing and hugging was done over the next 5 or so hours.

Although some of us had been over served.

it was nearly too much for me to take

I then think some sort of spaceship picked us up and beamed us back safely to George square just in time for the sun coming up, and the trains getting going to get us home.

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