Friday, June 23, 2006
Help Ma Boab, Whutta Loadae Crap.
Och fir Chrissake, only in Invershnecky could ye find a bunch o' doolally bampots like they sisters whut think they're Goads bidie ins an goat themsel's insured fur the second comin' o' the Heid-the-ba's bairn.
Crivens it's enough tae mak ye boak. Whar else widye find three hackit eejits o' beezums a' in wan hoose a' baheidit enough tae think thir gony huv His wean withoot nae hanky panky?
Aye ma auntie, atspish - an a bet thir no stoatirs onyway they burds, mair like crabbit owd dobbits. A dinnieken whut they left futters in the church wir gettin a mumpty 'n dischuffed aboot onyway, a aye thoat that wis whit they wanted, anither comin', jist tae prove the hale lot o' them irnae jubejubes.
Help ma boab it's weel past time a gorroot o' this place an back tae somewhar mair civilised an left a' them slack jad Highland gowks to it bytheway.
Thur heid'sr a' fullae mince.
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Crivens it's enough tae mak ye boak. Whar else widye find three hackit eejits o' beezums a' in wan hoose a' baheidit enough tae think thir gony huv His wean withoot nae hanky panky?
Aye ma auntie, atspish - an a bet thir no stoatirs onyway they burds, mair like crabbit owd dobbits. A dinnieken whut they left futters in the church wir gettin a mumpty 'n dischuffed aboot onyway, a aye thoat that wis whit they wanted, anither comin', jist tae prove the hale lot o' them irnae jubejubes.
Help ma boab it's weel past time a gorroot o' this place an back tae somewhar mair civilised an left a' them slack jad Highland gowks to it bytheway.
Thur heid'sr a' fullae mince.
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Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Eilan Donan Not In Lights.
A few weeks back, late on a Saturday night, I was taking a look at the news on the internet and discovered that a Swiss artist was in Scotland to light up Eilan Donan Castle with projected images at various prearranged times over the weekend.
Noting that the guy was to put on his last display for an hour before dawn on Sunday, I decided on the spur of the moment to head up to Dornie on the west coast to shoot a few photos of the spectacle, the last chance I would have, as said artist was presumably intending to naff off back to his home country after his nocturnal activities with the light switch.
Out the door inside the hour, on the motorbike, armed with cameras, tripod, flask and tea-bags, I first had to go 10 miles in the opposite direction to fill up the bike, before coming 10 miles back, past my house, and heading west for the 60 or so miles to Eilan Donan.
Not a fast run in the middle of the night, with narrow twisting roads inhabited only by deer, and of course it rained.
Then on the high pass through Glen Shiel it bloody SNOWED!
All par for the course in Highland Scotland so, freezing my ass off, hands numb, I persevered and reached my destination in plenty time, had a cup of strong tea, sorted out the cameras and waited for the action.
Of course it didn't happen!
Being a Saturday night/Sunday morning on the west coast of Scotland the "dedicated artist" no doubt got himself pissed in the nearest village bar then failed to wake up till midday Tuesday.
Swiss artists should stick to blowing up cuckoo clocks or something.
Of course, as I was there I shot my photographs anyway, because Eilan Donan doesn't really need light shows put on by a second rate asshole - it always look great.
Early Morning, Eilan Donan Castle.
And on the road home - still not 6am.
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Noting that the guy was to put on his last display for an hour before dawn on Sunday, I decided on the spur of the moment to head up to Dornie on the west coast to shoot a few photos of the spectacle, the last chance I would have, as said artist was presumably intending to naff off back to his home country after his nocturnal activities with the light switch.
Out the door inside the hour, on the motorbike, armed with cameras, tripod, flask and tea-bags, I first had to go 10 miles in the opposite direction to fill up the bike, before coming 10 miles back, past my house, and heading west for the 60 or so miles to Eilan Donan.
Not a fast run in the middle of the night, with narrow twisting roads inhabited only by deer, and of course it rained.
Then on the high pass through Glen Shiel it bloody SNOWED!
All par for the course in Highland Scotland so, freezing my ass off, hands numb, I persevered and reached my destination in plenty time, had a cup of strong tea, sorted out the cameras and waited for the action.
Of course it didn't happen!
Being a Saturday night/Sunday morning on the west coast of Scotland the "dedicated artist" no doubt got himself pissed in the nearest village bar then failed to wake up till midday Tuesday.
Swiss artists should stick to blowing up cuckoo clocks or something.
Of course, as I was there I shot my photographs anyway, because Eilan Donan doesn't really need light shows put on by a second rate asshole - it always look great.
Early Morning, Eilan Donan Castle.
And on the road home - still not 6am.
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Castle lights are star attraction - When the artist chooses to show up
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