The stupid o’clock bus left without me and my darling this morning as we had decided to drive to Glasgow for the World Pipe Band Championship. We have played at The Worlds a number of times and never yet made it past the qualifying rounds. There were 3 qualifying rounds this year in Grade 4B with 58 bands competing for the coveted top 6 places in each. We were on at 10:10, the 11th band to play in Qualifier 1, hence the stupid o’clock start. The Band Baker had sent a minion round the previous evening to drop off the basket of Goodies and this was loaded into the car along with all the other less important stuff; chairs, tables, pipes, drums. Our drive to Glasgow would have had Miss Daisy snoring but the skies over Glasgow were epic, silvery veils of misty rain backed by towering black storm clouds and white rags flying by on the stiff wind. The sky to the south looked brighter but the Ancient Weather Gods of Auld Scotia had decreed dreich with short patches of dry to tease you. The Worlds of the last few years have been a damp affair, our first foray to Glasgow Green in 2010 was a sun drenched, optimistic affair. Continue reading The World Pipe Band Championship Diving
7:30am on a Saturday was something I had heard about, like the Yeti or the Blue Men of the Minch, I didn’t believe in it before I joined a pipe band. But here we are on a bus heading doon the waater to play at Brodick Highland Games. We picked up various bandsmen as we toddled down to Ardrossan via Port Glasgow, Inverkip and Seamill. The reason for the early start is you want to get on the ferry and it gets really busy really early. After last year, when the driver took us a wild convoluted route that involved going through Beith twice, it’s advisable to plan for contingencies. We had no female playing members with us over the age of 18, although Isy sent her Aunties to keep an eye on us, and I can’t help thinking that this was a test. Thankfully the bar on the boat was open as some of the guys looked a bit dehydrated, none more so than Big Davey who was so dehydrated he failed to notice the girl he was chatting up was a nun. Continue reading Would you like wasps with that Sir?
When the PM phoned me I was in fine trim, I had 3 days sightseeing on Lewis after a project was cancelled and therefore was full of the milk of human kindness. “Can I make Bridge of Allan? Of course.” There was a shortage of pipers for this competition so I was the 6th piper. When competing there are rules, many and varied. A pipe band must have a minimum of 6 pipers and 2 drummers so my attendance was crucial. Sunday, however, dawned wet and windy in my house. I seemed to have fallen foul of a gastrointestinal horror that knocked me for six. But, sixth piper. This didn’t seem to matter on the Sunday morning as we headed out without Lorna or The Birler. They arrived just in time and after a shuddering halt they joined us on our 33 seat palace of transport. Continue reading To Bridge of Allan by PogoStick