Well

...that's pretty much sorted. No conflict or problems over what I might choose to eat. Sad to see no mention of sardines however; the unsung heroes and saviours of the human race.

Old codger retires etc.

It's been a busy few days with lot's of over indulgence, general high jinx and some possible bad behaviour. Anyway it's over now and for the time being I'm retired from full time work...we'll see how that goes. As I was too pissed to really do anything or recall much over the weekend I'm very glad that Mr CBQ recorded his version of events, click here.

#unemployed

Now that my (recent / present) working life is over I'm filling my long and idle days wandering around the countryside making friends with farm cats and taking photographs of fields and gates. It helps to pass the time but it's no way to make a living and people tell me it will end in tears. Strangely that's how it all started as I recall. Next thing on the agenda is to sort out my sock drawer for once and for all and perhaps, if I'm in the right mood, discard a few care worn shirts.

A Camera

When you own a camera you are never alone. When you use a camera you capture another world. When you look through the lens of a camera you see what you really see. A camera captures a moment you can't remember. A camera captures a sight you didn't quite see. A camera changes your view. A camera exposes. I tend to use my phone because I'm lazy.

Night Time

Tea in Nandos

Had tea today in a Nandos in Glasgow, mostly chicken, with salad and rice. OK in my book. These pictures are of course entirely irrelevant. Just dead animals artfully rendered and presented so as to illustrate the circle of life etc.

No missed calls

Tuesday, no missed calls: The reason that this blog is slowly sliding downhill into banality and repetition and more repetition is that every time I try to type something a cat comes along and lies on top of my hands. This makes typing, thinking and concentrating very difficult. It also makes my hands itchy as he's a hairy kind of cat. It may simply be bad timing on my part, I may be the root cause, it may be a manifestation of writer's block (some manifestation) or it may all be a complicated delusion. I don't know. Cat don't care either. I do know that I've no real strong desire to take up the piano keyboard, I'll leave that to others. The other theory is that I'm simply eating too much fish and my brain is slowly turning into cod-liver oil. I should also read more...I'm working on that.

Lone Wolf

Making slow but steady progress, currently suffering from some uneven sanding, pyro and staining but the main ironmongery has been chosen, single Seymour Duncan JBH with coil tap and nothing much more. Hence the (stretching things a bit) lone wolf name.

Uncomfortably close

Clearly at some point in the seventies the world of artwork and lettering became very congested with similar over used forms. Maybe there was a limited supply of Letraset and cartoon styles. Strange bedfellows.

We wuz there

Strangely the stars and planets aligned today and allowed DAFC to win the Championship due a) them winning and b) their nearest rivals losing, and it happened in March with many games still to play and even more strangely I was there and saw it happen, first hand. Seeing things first hand is pretty important, you are a witness, part of history and you have a testimony should you ever be asked to share it. If only other things in the wider world were as simple, turns out they are not (you'd never guess). They demand some judgement, perspective, belief (or unbelief) and the ability to see that truth can have many multiplied versions of itself, most of which don't really make any sense at all. This article has been bouncing around on FBook for a while, John Pilger is the author, it sets more questions (in the reader) than it answers and answers questions that you don't really want answered but not necessarily answers anything with the correct (?)  answers. Sometimes you just want to forget the world and live some kind of off-line life.

Dundee daily photo

(Bird's nest) Seen at the top of the stairwell.

Canine design

Just a quick mock up featuring a standard type to dog / wolf head design. Still a bit more to do to fill out the empty spaces but as this body is a heavy relic (that's guitar speak for seen better days) then the overall finish isn't too important.

Pots, pies and procrastination

The pie in question, rather tasty.

Single coil in the soup.

Hard to make out but this is a Tele bridge pickup. 

The backside of a Humbucker gets a hot bath.

Mainly a stay at home working on other things kind of day and I ate a rather nice pie. Most of the afternoon was spent dipping guitar pickups in hot wax to reduce noise; unwanted and unpleasant noise that is. The devices are simply dipped into hot wax for about ten minutes, this fills all the coil and internal spaces with wax and quietens them down and stops the microphone effect. It's known as "potting" pickups. Then it was a busy period with the Dremel and Black and Decker doing some furious sanding outside on the various "reject" guitar bodies I'm working on, now they're all a bit smoother and usable. Then I coated the inner cavities with anti conducting paint just to top them off. The whole assembly process has yet to happen  for these pieces but I'm trying to meet my own KPIs, one of which is that the guitars I produce should work properly. Obvious you may think but not every guitar works like it should.

One of those days

Having not posted anything for couple of days I feel like should post something, probably just some trivial rubbish as usual. Well that's how I felt until I heard the news today (oh boy), somehow I'm just not in the right place and some of my fellow humans completely puzzle and disgust me.

Spring

Apparently it's officially Spring, a moment I may well have missed, however it's been captured here in the quiet suburbs both in the morning and the evening by Mrs A G. So we've arrived and the tropics are on the move once more. I did notice a few little lambs out in the fields so there's further proof. There was a high presence of obvious townie types out there by Loch Lomond, shirtless and standing by smoking BBQ pyres. Bikers weaved in and out of the traffic in an irritable line of bright lights and electric green. Cars formed long queues desperate to find the next coffee stop and a clean toilet. The geese, formerly assumed to be flying south seemed to be all other place and flying in random concentric circles presumably looking for a clear picnic area. In the bushes fresh litter gleamed as I measured the length of the  traffic jam by Rolling Stones tracks listened to, a full nine from Exile on Main Street.

The waiting room at the end of the world

This is where you sit when you're awaiting the clerk that pulls together all your lifetime information and grants you a bus pass. Once you reach 60 years of age you get to travel on buses for free, anytime anywhere (unless I've missed something in the small print). You also get to ride all the trains in Fife for 50p or £1.00, if you want to get back to where you started which should still be in Fife. No wonder this country is bankrupt, corrupt, in austerity, there's nothing but charity and wishy washy coffee shops in the high streets and the pop charts are filled with crap. Anyway, they granted me a bus pass, feels like I've won some kind of weird medal for doing nothing really special.

Mock ups x 2.

Spam spread

I just like these old posters.

The strange and illogical patterns of spam email behaviour would be almost interesting if they were not so frustratingly stupid. Credit cards and loans abound yet relentless requests begging for money and bank details follow, erectile dysfunction cures and Brazilian girls ready to meet up at a moment's notice, sports clothes, e-cigs and whisky and other healthy lifestyle options, retirement and pension plans and then offers of incredible jobs far away in hot and glamorous locations should you change your mind, flight and hotel bargains and details of how to manage all those debts you've now accumulated, eBay super cars you could win and AA breakdown cover, PPI solutions and then easy ways to pay for your own funeral so there's no fuss when you snuff it. Of course whatever it is you've ordered there's always an easy way to collect the prized item at Argos.

More pyromania

No work today so killing the time day dreaming and attempting to recover from a stinking cold. There can be no better remedy than getting some pungent wood burning fumes up into your nose and sinus cavities from a little guitar based pyromania. I'm not so sure that many medical professionals would recommend this as a method of treatment but it seems to hold back some symptoms and I'm none the worse...cough! I'll regret this in twenty five years time when I'm in the middle of some legal wrangle over compensation for self induced suffering. Please note this guitar body has yet to be sanded, finished, oiled etc. etc.

Abandoned Cities of the Heart

There are not enough Chinese people to fill the many cities they have built. So they sit there, empty and clearly in the wrong place. I have to admire the strange and unrealistic optimism. If you build it you may well find that they just don't bother coming. Of course the beautiful part of this is that you have at least built something even if it is ugly. Some day their day will come.

Just checking

A good way to check pyrography is to take some photos and stand well back. Bear in mind this guitar still needs cleaned up, sanded and the wood has to be treated with oils.