The Crannog Centre

It's a crannog. Marita Beth, Ginger & I went to the Crannog Centre in Kenmore, Perthshire, Scotland. The crannog itself sits on the Loch Tay & is a fascinating dwelling. We went here because our dear Mary was unable to join us and it was what she was most interested in. So, went for her. Prior to the visit I had only a vague, murky clue of what the hell a crannog actually was. Now, I'm enlightened. Our forefathers were canny fucks, wot? The centre has a self-guided tour/display that walk you through the concepts of underwater archaeology and explain to you just what in the hell a crannog really is. Following that, and if you pay enough, they provide you with a real-live guide that takes you into this crannog and talks to you about life 5000 years ago. Dank, dusty & wet (I'm sure...it was a dry day when we went) but just darned neat. The after crannog experience was kinda hep, too. They took you to an on-land tent-like structure and showed how various tools were made, then used, then recycled. An all-for-all positive, illuminating experience. I'm just sorry Mary couldn't join us...it was her idea, after all. So, Sol Campbell is out injured now. Apparently he's been playing with some sort of bone bruise and can't even kick the ball now. Of course, if you ask me he's been unable to kick the ball for most of the season. On the good news front, it looks like Clichy may make a return in a week or two and of course the African Nation's Cup ends this weekend. So maybe we'll be able to field a team again. Hleb denies being in touch with any German teams, but as much of a cock-up as he's been, I'd be more surprised if he wasn't looking elsewhere. He's got to know his days are numbered. Liverpool lost to Charlton yesterday which pretty much makes the EPL a one-horse race with Chelsea having already crossed the line. No photo-finish here. Arsenal sit in 5th place, so at least we have a shot at European football next year. We just have to force those bastards of White Hart out of their spot. Wastrel On! (Listening to: Diamond Girls by Neil Diamond)

No post today or tomorrow

I'm in training today & tomorrow, so no post. However, I have to say that the fact that the fucking Rolling Stones were censored on Sunday during the super bowl just proves how far up their collective asses are the heads of our government. For pity's sake, since when is "You make a dead man come" an offensive phrase? I hear worse on Two and a half Men. What the fuck's the point? Are we still titty-shocked from last year's mammary explosion? I should point out to the politicians here that in most other civilized countries a teat does not cause quite the stir it apparently causes here. You see Mr. President and all attendant shrubs, sex is a necessary, beautiful aspect of life. It's not the dirty, hide-your-head-in-the-sand act that you seem to make it. We are NOT a puritanical society no matter how hard you try to make it so. right then. back to training. Wastrel On!

The Fountain

We've left New Milne with joy & sadness in our hearts. We felt joy at having had the opportunity; however, sadness that it was over was also present. Marita Beth, Ginger & I headed south with the need to have Ginger at the airport the next morning. But, by golly we were going to make the best of it, all we needed was Lisa to complete another Kyle & the Babes memory. At some point along the drive we realised, "uhh-oh, we don't know where we're going or where we're staying". Of course, this is typical (and generally preferred) for Marita Beth & myself, but we stopped nonetheless at the first I (tourist information spot) we encountered. While Ginger & Marita Beth went in and attempted to secure a night's lodging somewhere, I did what any self-respecting wanna-be anglican would do; I went to a pub. How delightful that just across the square from the I was The Fountain. I would that I recalled the name of the town, but I fear I don't. So, all I can comment upon is The Fountain. A delightful pub, well-appointed & spacious with not too many patrons as it was just prior to noon and a parade was just starting. Yes, a parade. My dear girls arrived just before the parade was to start so we established ourselves at the window (the one on the right) and watched the parade troop down the street. I don't know why a parade, but it was peopled with children in costumes. It was perhaps 8 minutes long and then it was over. We finished our lunch & drinks and went on our way with the memories of a Saturday morning parade in a small town in Scotland. Priceless. If I ever write a fiction book, I'm going to visit here to get the name of my book. Something like one of these: Apprentice of Darkness Autumn and Doom Dwindelle's Autumn Hunter of Legend Keeperِ Memoryِ and Fire Maiden of the Ebony King Runeِ Curseِ and Castle The Fordurgir Stone The Seventh Faerie The Xandirid City Really, the names just damn near write the stories themselves, wot? The saga of Sol continues with normal tabloid drama. I say let the rotter sit the bench on the reserves until he learns his lesson. No one has the right to leave a team in the lurch as he did. Only 2 fit natural defenders in the squad and he decides to walk out of the stadium. Rubbish! Write the prat off and move on. Arsenal did win 2-nil on the weekend over Birmingham. Apaprently have Fabregas back in the squad alongside new kid Diaby makes a difference. Gilberto sat out with Diaby placing a nail squarely in the coffin lid by bagging a goal. So long Gilberto, long live Diaby! Wastrel On! (Listening to: Would Not Come by Alannis Morissette)