Use this handy Dummies guide to organise, enjoy and remember your day out at the grand daddy of all highland gatherings; Cowal Games. I’ve found the best way to survive a KPB visit to Cowal is to book myself into the Hilton in Aberdeen and watch from a distance. Continue reading Cowal Games for Dummies
We usually just take the bus to the ferry then it’s up to Hazel to count heads and give us all tickets. However this year we are taking the bus with us to save all the hassle at the end of the day when all the bags, cases, Event Shelters and inebriates have to be ported
back to the harbour. It’s a great idea for a possibly wet day. Continue reading The Scottish Riviera, by the way
The Worlds is upon us and Pipey wants us at Glasgow Green for 8am as we’re on early. I decide to drive as the Worlds is a local competition. Our trip to France has opened my eyes as to how much fundraising bands need to do to be here, but here they are and all ready to do battle.
Continue reading World Championships 2016
The bus was leaving at 8:30am. Mikey was first there and decided he had time to pop into Bobbins, our favourite breakfast roll shop, for a bacon roll but by the time he got out the clock had passed the half hour and he was fined for lateness. Pipey is getting quite militant in his old age. Continue reading Scottish Championships Blues
We have history at Paisley and I was reminded of it 2 minutes after our Grade 4 run but I’m getting ahead of myself. Continue reading Nervous in Paisley.
Saturday was the European Championships, can you still say ‘European?’ This was again held in Grant Park, Forres, Inverness Shire so the bus was leaving at 6:30pm on Friday night with a view to arriving just before closing time. Continue reading What’s Forres Won’t Go By Us
The Idiot Box was doing a roaring trade, we turned up 20 seconds late, but as wise old mercenary Pipey says, “20 seconds is the same as 20 minutes, late’s late! Four in your car is it? £20 please.” Continue reading The British 2016
Nobody did anything daft or embarrassed themselves, it could be a short blog. Possibly. Continue reading ?ock Highland Games
This blog is all hearsay and rumour. I wasn’t there but my spies were, meticulously forgetting everything that happened.
I don’t normally play at the AD&G Indoors, regular readers will be familiar with the variety and complexity of the lame excuses I have employed over the years. My season usually starts in July. Continue reading Sanquhar, firsts and thirds