I’d like to offer my sincere apologies to the Chieftain: a can of lager hastily hidden to preserve decorum, treacherously upended itself as I marched past making it look as though I was urinating on my right foot. Sorry! However I’m getting ahead of myself.
Firstly I have to apologise for there being no record of the Arran trip, this was due to lack of time. I can however announce that there were no casualties, nobody fell off the boat and the 400m dash while pushing a trolley full of beer was won by our own Wee Eck, well done!
In other news: Continue reading Worlds Apart
Isn’t it always the case that just when you get your mojo back and are ready to compete everywhere you get roped into a flitting and miss the Scottish Championships. Continue reading The Scottish Weekend
Paisley is our local competition, this small competition is getting bigger every year or would do if everyone registered turned up. The sound of the pipes and drums breaking off of the flagstones isn’t replicated at any other competition I’ve attended and the location in the town centre means maximum economic boost to the local shops and not the usual suspects in burger vans. Continue reading Paisley, Pipes, pubs n parties
I’ve taken a bit of time to write this as there was a lot to ruminate on. The European Championships are the only awayday overnight event we have as a band this year and historically it’s been messy. Continue reading Championnat d’Europe 2017
Helensburgh Highland Games caused a lot of hilarity this year by simply moving to another park. Pipey announced it wasn’t in Hermitage Park but had moved to Eastend Park. Continue reading A Different Park
Ardrossan Highland Games promises many things but the most important is a long lie in on a Sunday. The luxury of waking up at 9:30 and realising you haven’t slept in and can in fact roll over for a wee cozy doze if you fancy was savoured by all except Scooby who was up with the sparrows delivering newspapers. Continue reading Wind in Ardrossan
The British Pipe Band Championships came to town and transformed St James’s football pitches into something far grander and I’m not playing:
gutted and in the huff. Continue reading The Tartan Brits
Sunday the 14th was forecast for proper Gourock Highland games weather and as such Pipey had made contingency plans and we’d be sharing a gaff with the boys n girls of Lower Clyde. However as I shambled toward the bus in kilt and dark glasses it was hard to miss the head splitting brightness and the racket the birds were making. Continue reading Gourock again