It’s customary to do a review of the past 12 months and a wee bit of scrying about the coming year. A grim tale of torment and disappointment I hear you call yet for all the friction we picked up a load of trophies and some recognition for the hard work being done.
Finding something interesting to write about in the closed season should be the reason for long gaps between blogs but being unable to find the time due to socialising is inexcusable. Continue reading It’s yir culture dafty!
It would be too easy to say that the end of season party always gets out of hand. We honestly try every year to add a bit of gravitas and decorum, even going to the extent of inviting church elders, Session Clerks, youth leaders, teachers, wives, Scouts and even a Basset hound to keep it ‘grown up’ but still, as predictable as winter, it gets messy. Continue reading The End of Season Takeaway
I don’t want to start sounding like a broken record but; early, early, early. The bus left at 6:16, IN THE MORNING! Thankfully the guys at Bobbins were on hand to provide breakfast rolls, sausage, bacon and scrambled egg. It was a long time till lunch so I tried all three and they were delicious, I tempered mine with Laphroaig sauce. James the Hat had some whisky but he didn’t inhale because he’s been drappt from the Drappt and is helping out the band with his keen sense of timing and strong right hand. Continue reading Winning in Cowal
It begins early; uniform on, shoes polished, urns filled, car loaded and everything double checked lest we get a visit from the Idiot Box. It’s World Pipe Band Championship Saturday, the weather is just the good side of rubbish and we are on when God fearing people should be in bed. Continue reading Thon Worlds
After apologising to James the Hat for traducing his name by association it’s time for a wee report on Piping Live and the influx of pipers and drummers to Glasgow. Continue reading Late Worlds Week
I think Pipey is arranging these early starts to punish us, we headed to Wemyss Bay in the grey morning light for our rendezvous with a ferry for our second trip overseas. Thankfully the bus was only an hour late. I personally owe Rothesay an apology from last year and don’t intent to be that guy this year. Continue reading Not Being That Guy
The bus left really early, the ferry to Arran is always busy on Brodick Games day with kilties, wee dancer lassies in hair nets and Crocks™ and the regular round of ramblers, golfers, Canadians, cyclists and chanty wrestlers. Continue reading Scotland in Miniature
We of the Drappt are not used to these early Saturday mornings any more but James the Hat and I had decided that we’d cheer on our gallant bandmates and play in the march past, I’ve been practicing Highland Laddie after a small sherry in anticipation. Continue reading Dumbarton is Scottish for Wet
Just a short note on our outing to Gourock on the 8th of July to support the Argyll Association’s remembrance parade. The weather was threatening but this is usual in Gourock. Continue reading Achi Baba Parade