Tits...

Playlist
Great Lake Swimmers – Lost Channels
Love Revue – Love Revue
Morrissey – Years of Refusal
The Whitest Boy Alive – Rules
The Olympic Symphonium – More in Sorrow Than In Anger
Alice Peacock – Love Remains
South Central – The Owl of Minerva
Bidiniband – The Land is Wild
Cloudland Blue Quartet – Soundingfall
Kleerup – Kleerup
Eels – Hombre Lobo
Editors - In This Light and On This Evening
Muse – The Resistance
Jason Lytle – Yours Truly, The Commuter
Kristofer Astrom – Sinkadus
DJ Hell – Teufelswerk
Biffy Clyro – Only Revolutions
Various – Chris’s Mystery Compilation

Finished off Chris’ disc and put the cover together...



The day was soundtracked by the albums featured...

To FOPP at lunchtime and bumped into brother-in-law Bobby, as I often do in this emporium...

He bought the new Eels album at my suggestion, while I availed myself of the latest from Biffy Clyro, leaving the Eels for another day...

Biffy is a strangely disappointing band – their work, for me, never seems to live up to the expectation fuelled by the hype, clips on TV and their Pink Floyd-like album covers...

Maybe it'll grow on me...

I had hoped to see chum James Jamieson perform tonight with his covers band but we’d already arranged to undertake a fine Indian meal in Dumfermline...

Despite this, at Jamie’s request, I did manage to drum up a few attendees this week and await Jamie’s report with anticipation – his setlist certainly sounded entertaining...

And so off to the former Scottish Capital, meeting up with Anne and Chris at the Seven Kings and from there on to Khushi’s restaurant...

A superb meal I must say – in fact the lamb karahi I enjoyed may well be the best curry I’ve ever had – or maybe that’s a bit of a Biffy Clyro Campaign statement...

Didn't get a pic, but here's the bill...



Post the Indian, and Chris surreptitiously taking photos of young girls at a nearby table by pretending to snap the equally lovely Exec Producer and your slighly less good looking correspondent, we made our way through the fog...



...and past some strange shop windows...



...to The Commercial for a night cap, where Chris listed his four best things - scoring goals at footie, coming into money, erm, tits and, erm, I can't remember the last one...

But here's what he looks like when he thinks of those things (and of ladies' bras) but, probably, mostly of tits...



Luckily, he did also like his new CD compilation...



Chris's own mystery compilatiion, made all the more mysterious by having no track listing or cover and Chris being unable to recall what he'd put on it, soundtracked the trip to take him home to Dalgety bay and then on to to Crispycat Towers...

An amazing coincidence though, in that his CD contained a remix of the track by Kleerup which featured on my CD for him...

Spooky...

Back home, Meg the Black cat had found a new perch...



Unfortunately, she managed to knock the mirror down the back of the CD storage unit...



As you can see, she did have a look to see where it went...

Oh well...

Lights out on another good day...

Highlight of the Day : Curry at Khushi’s...