It’s been a hectic few weeks since Sanquhar as we work hard at sounding like a pipe band, working on all the wee things that make a mince performance a good performance and a good performance a prize winner. Continue reading Coatbridge, GWoS and cake
The Worlds is upon us and Pipey wants us at Glasgow Green for 8am as we’re on early. I decide to drive as the Worlds is a local competition. Our trip to France has opened my eyes as to how much fundraising bands need to do to be here, but here they are and all ready to do battle.
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It’s our only morning off after a late night but like time and tide, breakfast waits for no man so after not enough sleep it’s down to the refectory for some aspirin and french eggs, Continue reading France, Jour Deux
The Idiot Box was doing a roaring trade, we turned up 20 seconds late, but as wise old mercenary Pipey says, “20 seconds is the same as 20 minutes, late’s late! Four in your car is it? £20 please.” Continue reading The British 2016
Nobody did anything daft or embarrassed themselves, it could be a short blog. Possibly. Continue reading ?ock Highland Games
There are two things guaranteed to get the Scottish public out on a Saturday night; curry, beer and a quiz. Continue reading Currying favour
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?
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People at Clydeport Greenock must be thinking we’re moving in.
The band have played on the quayside four times in the last two weeks and as I’ve mentioned before we all love playing here. Well done to the guys who turn out mid afternoon in all weathers when others can’t escape from work. We played for the cruisers from the ships La Boreal and Saga Pearl 2 on the thirteenth and fourteenth and the Queen Mary 2 and MSC Splendida on the twenty first and twenty second. Continue reading Boats! Big, Bigger, Biggest
You thought that after the Cèilidh it all went quiet ’til May, a village band never rests. We turned out to lead the Remembrance Day parade on a cold but bright Sunday morning. An 8 o’clock start holds no fears for us and we are soon tuned and being given last minute instructions on deportment and etiquette suitable to a band at the front of what is a fairly important parade these days. I like the ceremonial and martial air of these parades, colours paraded, everyone on their best behavior, shoes shined, kilts pressed and chrome polished. The Reverent Stephen Smith took the ceremony at the War Memorial, where the village organisations’ wreaths were laid, respect paid and Melissa played the lament. Continue reading Remembrance n Cakes n Santa n that!
The stupid o’clock bus left without me and my darling this morning as we had decided to drive to Glasgow for the World Pipe Band Championship. We have played at The Worlds a number of times and never yet made it past the qualifying rounds. There were 3 qualifying rounds this year in Grade 4B with 58 bands competing for the coveted top 6 places in each. We were on at 10:10, the 11th band to play in Qualifier 1, hence the stupid o’clock start. The Band Baker had sent a minion round the previous evening to drop off the basket of Goodies and this was loaded into the car along with all the other less important stuff; chairs, tables, pipes, drums. Our drive to Glasgow would have had Miss Daisy snoring but the skies over Glasgow were epic, silvery veils of misty rain backed by towering black storm clouds and white rags flying by on the stiff wind. The sky to the south looked brighter but the Ancient Weather Gods of Auld Scotia had decreed dreich with short patches of dry to tease you. The Worlds of the last few years have been a damp affair, our first foray to Glasgow Green in 2010 was a sun drenched, optimistic affair. Continue reading The World Pipe Band Championship Diving