Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Handball ref - ref, handball - och for f.....

Playlist
Various – Jukebox Shuffleplay
Erasure – Nightbird
Lee Morgan – City Lights
Art Blakey – A Night in Tunisia
Cecil Taylor – Conquistador
Natalie Merchant – Motherland/Ophelia/Tigerlily
John Coltrane – Dakar
KD Lang – All You can Eat
Heligoland – Pitcher Flask & Foxy Moxie
Lucia Micarelli – Music From A Farther Room
Allan Neave – The Isle Is Full Of Noises
Wes Montgomery – Finest Hour
Bernd Satzinger’s Wurschtsemmerl - Same

The unrelenting acquisition of CDs bought for no other reason than they are perceived by me to be “a bargain” continued apace today, with a further fourteen entering the red book, kept since my first CD, Brian Eno’s “Thursday Afternoon” twenty three years ago...

Up early and left Anne still a-slumbering as I visited the doctor and received an “all clear but watch yourself” scenario from my new bestest friend who bears the same name as my brother-in-law and my song-writing nephew...

A new mindset is required in relation to my overall food intake otherwise I’ll be dead in ten years or less...

With that happy message ringing in my ears, we were off to Glasgow for a day’s shopping followed by the CIS CUP Semi Final between Glasgow Rangers and Heart of Midlothian – tickets purchased before Hearts’ season went down the pan...

Arrived in town around 11:15 and drove out beyond Hampden, parking at Kings Park...





....from where we took a train back to Central Station, arriving around midday...




After a nice sandwich at “Breadito”, we split up, with me visiting record and, surprise, surprise, clothes shops and Anne visiting shops she liked...

A few hours later, we met up, me having bought ten new CDs – seven from FOPP, two from Missing and one from Borders and Anne having succeeded in acquiring an “outfit” for her brother Keith’s wedding in the summer along with sundry other clothing purchases and me surprising everyone with having also procured four new shirts...


We went to my new favourite Glasgow coffee shop, "Ten"...





...where we enjoyed some lovely coffee - a machiato for me...




A superb early evening meal was had at Fratelli Sarti on Renfield Street (highly recommended - two course plus coffee for £9.95 – drinks on top)...





....before we headed back out to Kings Park on a train full of singing Hearts supporters...



The game was overshadowed by the crushing inevitability of a Rangers victory however, when the breakthrough finally came, a few minutes into the second half, the Gers’ captain Barry Ferguson clearly handled before firing a fierce volley into the net...

The injustice effectively ended any hope Hearts had of progressing and a further, legitimate, goal, killed the game after 68 minutes – we stayed till the bitter end though and suffered the further injustices of various pointless police switching off of traffic lights and blocking of roundabouts which delayed our return to Crispycat Towers via a circuitous route involving the M74 to Carlisle...

Back home, a further four discs were behind the door from e-bay and I listened to a few tracks from my new purchases, which succeeded in cheering me up...




Meg the Black Cat pondered whether any of the new discs might be edible...

Of course we’d forgotten to record “Torchwood”, “Reaper” and “Coronation St”, although Anne watched the repeated late showing of the last of these and we retired well beyond midnight...

Highlight of the Day : A day in Glasgow

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