Saturday was being pushed by the Albert Committee, a three line whip was in place, everyone going to Albert next June should be at Tesco, Linwood by 11am for a day of bag packing joy. Continue reading Every Little Helps
I vowed to myself last year that I would enjoy Cowal Games this year and when I say ‘enjoy’ I mean ‘remember’.
Continue reading Cowal, the season Finale
Who could say no to a Saturday in Rothesay, the jewel of Argyll and metropolis of Bute. Rothesay always attracts the travelling support and the bus was fairly full as we left the village in the wrong direction, Continue reading Rothesay on Beautiful %#@is Island
Brace yourselves people this is going to be a rollercoaster. Continue reading The 2015 World Championship
So the early rise is a given, be there at 7:50am the bus leaves at 8. And it did! Everyone was there on time, the bus was smelling sweet and the weather was fine, what could go wrong?
Continue reading Arran 2015
It’s a nice drive to Dumbarton at 8am on a Saturday, hazy golden light and mist on the river. We were on time. Everything had gone like clockwork, early to bed, good nights sleep and up fresh and early. The evening before had been a nightmare of bread rolls and fillings, seeing how many you could squeeze in a tupperware and seeing how many tupperwares you could squeeze in the fridge. The band picnic was under construction and Subway had nothing on us. Continue reading Scottish Championships
Saturday was Paisley Pipe Band Championships, a recent addition to the competition season and slowly building a reputation as a fun day out. Last year was miserable, the rain never let up for a minute and we had a piping malfunction in Grade 3. The forecast this year wasn’t very good and Friday saw downpours of biblical proportions, so imagine everyone’s surprise when Saturday dawned windy and bright. Continue reading Fer Saturday in Paisley
A weekend off is a rare thing.
Bandsfolk check the diary before booking holidays, committing to visit elderly relatives or electing to have surgery. Pipey has arranged a few free weekends this year, it’s just a shame the weekend he is away isnae one of them, and as the name implies nothing is planned. The last weekend off had unsettled everyone and Dolomite Dave had entered the bandroom skieted through the door and slide tackled Brian. I think he managed to touch his left shoulder blade with his right foot. All the wee semi-quavers and gracenotes fell out of his pipe case and rolled about the floor til he gathered them up in embarrassment. Continue reading The Weekend Off
“The bus leaves at 6pm,” we were told and as I didn’t get home til after 5 it was going to be a close run thing to avoid being fined. My youngest son accompanied the band this weekend on our second trip to the European Pipe Band Championship in beautiful Forres. Continue reading KPB bloom in Forres
The build up to Lilias Day has been very visible to me this year as my house slowly filled with teddy bears and stuff in bottles before it was shipped off to Big Mick’s garage for storage. We were a well oiled machine the night before the big day as my lady drummer and I stuck raffle tickets to prizes and folded them all into a big bin. Everything was in motion and everything had been planned; stall rotas were filled and the new Event Shelter had arrived (to replace the one spatchcocked at Gourock) and had found its huge heavy way into my car. Continue reading 2015 Lilias Day