Opening to the strains of Karl Jenkins Requiem, you know the one – the only requiem where the Dies Irae is based on a hip-hop rhythm (although Mozarts classic Requiem sadly remains unfinished, it was always going to be very unlikely that the final movement was based on a hip-hop rhythm) – this month promises much.
Bigfoot stabilized video in an animated gif shows bigfoot looking more and more like an extra from a monster movie.
First flight of the year was over the Borders stalking Stuart’s various girlfriends houses. The visibility was poor being hit by an anticyclonic gloom – high pressure area which normally brings good weather but in this case kept fog and clouds down in an inversion layer.
Stuart was on the Knockhill skid pan and we got a shot at being thrown around and using the clutch to control the skid. After that it was time for beer and watching the Scots beat the French at rugby (they keep winning when I watch them so I should do it more often) albeit it nailbiting in the last 10 minutes.
Squirrel appeared on The Weakest Link, victimising the one legged old lady and was ejected by an Irish doctor who didn’t take kindly to her trying to vote him off in the first round. She didn’t know the surname of Britains greatest engineer Isambard Kingdom – which is of course Brunel (you mean there is more than one?) – although worringly she knew the correct name of a Sugababes single.
Taking the chance to learn Arabic which will let me decrypt the CIA Reward page – although the CIA for kids is worth a wander around. Kim is meanwhile locked into Sudoku puzzles for reasons which escape me.
The sold out Goldfrapp concert at the Usher Hall in Edinburgh tortured its audience with an appalling head wobbling student support band, backed by some wanky art student videos (hidden by the bands shadows most of the time and which thankfully crashed at one point) for an excrutiating hour before the sultry vixen burst on stage to give a colourful performance (albeit with flesh not being one of the colours as the GoldFrapplettes were not on display). Great concert none the less.
I decided to organise my self this year by outsourcing as much as possible in that Web 2 way – so my photos are on Flickr, my mail at Gmail and now my calendar is at CalendarHub – although I have kept my calendar private to make my assassins lives more difficult.
Chinas First Emperor has the Great Wall of China built, constructed the terracota army at Xian and believed that the island of the Immortals was protected by giant fish (since whales are mammals it was possibly giant haddock that swam around the island) and he went off with a giant crossbow to deal with them – perhaps his mercury diet had something to do with this.
An evening out skittling at the ice rink in Kelso – two wooden alleys with heavy ball which are projected at lethal speeds down the alley with children running for their lives and then returning cautiously to pick up the skittles. The notice said ten people per team for maximum enjoyment and it was right, the beer helped with the enjoyment but not with the accuracy nor my gout.
The last two times in 20 years I watched Scotland play rugby against England they won, and now I settle down with beer and cheer and they win the Calcutta Cup at Murrayfield with a superb display against the Troll army – perhaps they should just get me a private box for their games to ensure success!
A microlighting gal, who used to fly from East Fortune, is counting black rhinos in Zimbabwe – this is starting to get a much easier job due to the appalling rate of profitable poaching. Viagra has displaced the world requirement for powdered rhino horn and tiger penis, but arabs are still demanding rhino horns for daggers. Zoos or dehorning look to be the desperate solution to species survival – on the bright side they don’t suffer from Avian Flu destined to wipe out 50% of african protein from their diet – one can only hope they don’t start eating black rhino. Please don’t confuse this with the yoga nasal cleansing rhino horn.
