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
February, for being the shortest month didnae half hang about, it felt about 6 weeks long and I need a rest. If it’s not practices it’s gazing at daffodils, rock gigs or disco dancing. Continue reading Step into March
Our metamorphosis continues; to be a competent competition winning band, not a giant insect. Continue reading Seasonings Greetings
Even on days with no competitions I’m up early. Saturday morning finds me outside Pipe Band HQ, not quite sober from last night’s exertions and trying to focus on the man who is delivering our pig. Continue reading Alas! Poor Wilbur.
Christmas Party, we only do it for the kids! The last few practices before christmases have been cups of juice and sweeties affairs. This year the ladies of the Unelected Social Committee planned a proper party for the weans and there seem to be more and more every week. Pity those with music prelims after the holidays because they are the only ones working. Continue reading The Office Party!