It’s been a long time coming and it only involved a very small number of players but it stopped me contemplating a story about the importance of hemp string or the history of brogues.Continue reading Finally, something happened
After the Worlds we begin our overseas tour with a voyage to Bute, with points to prove. It was not a notably early departure but just late enough to miss the ferry and force us into local cafés for bacon rolls and strong coffee.Continue reading Rossie A’hoy
Friday of Worlds week used to be the Grade 1 qualifiers when bands from the Antipodes played twice then went home but this year there have been changes and all the bands will play four times over two days and all the results get tallied up. This means a lot of hard work for the Pipeys as they try to hone their sound and keep it. I, however, am in the house waiting for a furniture delivery and looking at the rain glad to not be out in it.Continue reading Where Worlds Collide
This report is concerned mainly with the Scottish Championships but before I get into that I’ll have a quick canter through another driech day; The Europeans in Inverness.
The watching of weather apps on phones becomes compulsive on the run up to a Highland Games and the forecast for Sunday the wetth of June wasn’t looking good but as the week drove on the expected gloom stayed in England. There was a lot of searching for capes and general resignation of damp to follow.Continue reading Drones over Ardrossan
One of the things I enjoyed of late was playing my friend John off the hill on his last Munro. I’d promised to play him to the summit about 5 years ago but my debauched lifestyle and close personal relationship with pies ruled that out as an option.Continue reading Brief Encounter
With nothing pipe bandy happening until late March and a hankering for a bit of a social interaction that didn’t involve me remembering musical phrases the announcement that your man Stuart Liddell was playing a solo gig in Kilbarchan hit the spot. Continue reading Spring has sprung
That’s us well into February and although we have given ourselves a mountain to climb in learning 30 odd tunes for Music Show Scotland and perfecting the new MAP set we can still be seen out and about at shows, concerts, gigs, Burns suppers and well mostly Burns suppers. James the Hat and I would like to have a Pipe Band Burns supper some year because three in three weeks isn’t enough.Continue reading Winter Statement
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.
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