The week before Gourock games and the first outdoor competition saw us playing at Clydeport and fretting about the weather for Saturday, Pipey got a wee bit older and we hope wiser. Gourock is historically a wet and muddy affair but since the move to Battery Park the rain has been unable to find us and sunscreen and bush hats have been the order of the day. Continue reading Glorious Start to the Season
After Sanquhar there is a wee four week competition hiatus that lets players iron out inconsistencies, Pipe Majors unknit their brows and James the Hat and myself get some fishing in. And maybe a beer. Continue reading Reel around Coatbridge
A fairly bland and uninspiring February pushed the NOx button and vanished into the distance leaving swirling snow, travel chaos and chilblains. So bad indeed that Thursday practice was cancelled. Continue reading The Road to Sanquhar
2017 was put to bed with the bands usual joie de vie; high octane fun coupled to poor taste jumpers and a Santa Mankini. It all looked like a jolly time from my hotel room in Lisburn. Continue reading Hello 2018
The Season of Lights is on us, while other pipe bands stay indoors and coory up to the fire we of Kilbarchan Pipe Band are out and about welcoming Santa, spreading joy and illuminating trees, architecture and street furniture all over the place. Continue reading The Lights Fantastic
In every society there is a festival where the societal norms are put away for the day; Hadaka Matsuri in Japan, La Tomatina in Spain, the Wicker Man etc. We in Kilbarchan Pipe Band have for the last few years had to endure the antics of James the Hat at the Fancy Dress Cèilidh. Continue reading Cross Dressing Night
The season ended for us on the 19th of August in Rothesay and we embarked on the dark ‘closed season’ when souls are searched and decisions are taken that will shape the following year. Since then we have been busy on the rudiments of piping, drumming and partying. Continue reading Changing Seasons
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