I’m in Edinburgh again, just over two years since my first visit to Scotland. This time around it is purely for business reasons, but I couldn’t help treat myself to another stay at the triangular Point Hotel on Bread Street - once listed as one of the top 150 hotel designs in the world.
Right. No more commenting on this website for the foreseeable future. I am being comment-spammed to fuckery, and unless I enable captchas, it will clearly continue.
I found myself again over the weekend. It took 400 driven miles, 15 walked miles, 2000 feet of ascent and my two best friends to track me down, but I’m delighted to announce that I’m back.
I’ve just returned from a weekend with friends on Holy Island, a remote community just off the North-East coast a stones throw from Scotland (Flickr gallery).
I’ve thought long and hard about allowing a pretty large audience access to eight years of my most private, important thoughts. That said, I’m archiving my sketchbooks online mostly because I’m paranoid about losing everything in a fire, and Ziggy is slowly but surely clawing his way through their hardback covers.
In aid of Breast Cancer Awareness and the Terrence Higgins Trust, renowned fashion designer Kevan Jon hosted a fine, boozy ball in Elland, Leeds last night.
Time to put the blog to sleep for the festive period. In a break from the usual sitting at home with the parents, watching endless soaps on TV and sweltering from a wave of central heating, Emma and I are spending Christmas in Scotland. We’ve bagged a beautiful cottage for a few days in Glensheil, just a few miles from the Isle of Skye.
Busy as the proverbial bee. Aside form verbal fisticuffs with the Inland Revenue, appalling drunken behaviour in dressing rooms, and too much time on trains, I have actually been hard at it of late. If you are interested in either Mac Expo, split or splitting pop bands, eating South African wildlife or WW1 regenerative face surgery, then do read on. Otherwise, you’ll find the following quite self-indulgent…
In search of knowledge and enlightenment, an unordered list of UK bloggers - a Brit Pack if you will - came from far, wide, and even Wales to pool ideas, thoughts and beer money.
Honestly, this is the last post about Iceland for now. You can look forward to some waffle about mod-rewrites and RSS in the next offering. Anyway, here - should you be interested - are four reviews I’ve written for scathing online music magazine Speakers Push The Air, plumbing the depths of music cliche to dissect performances from Slowblow, Gus Gus, Leaves and Quarashi. All photos kindly provided by Emily Dawes. Oh, and watch out for the swearing in this post, curse-fans.
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