
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
Saturday, June 14, 2025
All The Peaceful Oilfields
Friday, June 13, 2025
Friday Thirteenth
Thursday, June 12, 2025
Experimental Whisky
I'm quite poor at being Scottish. I'm an underachiever. Golf, Rabbie Burns, bagpipes ... not really for me. I do like whisky however but I know nothing technical or historically interesting about it. I just enjoy a dram. That made this kindly gifted, oddly named bottle of Experimental Series #4 a new discovery: so they try things out in the distilleries? Didn't think of that. Then again you might argue that every cask and blend of whisky is a bit of an experiment. That actually applies to all distillery work or brewing, wine making, cheese, coffee etc.
Life is just wandering across the world in clothes without an occasional experiment to stimulate and spice things up. Experience a fresh taste or take a hit. I'm looking forward to cracking this open for a nip, maybe I'll just sit back and learn something in that golden glow of the amber nectar and a small set of revelations will emerge through the murky darkness of my mind. Could it be that we're just another of God's experiments stuck on a dusty shelf in a forgotten petri dish in the corner of the lab? - but we can still create good whisky.
Wednesday, June 11, 2025
Brown Socks Don't Make It
Some might say that brown socks really don't make it. I can understand that sentiment. This particular colour is simply a rather pedestrian shade of brown, that simple. Not to everyone's taste but if they're comfortable then I'm OK. So if you're geeky enough or simply interested in other vague or obtuse Frank Zappa references then I suggest you check across the five and a half thousand plus posts and twenty one years that make up this blog's peculiar landscape. They're in there somewhere for your perusal but don't ask me, I've certainly not kept any records.
Tuesday, June 10, 2025
Cat Shit Safari
Part of our cat facilities management duties or cat janitorial work as it is often described, are of course carrying out regular sweeps of the garden to collect and remove clumps of cat poo from wherever they may be buried. Naturally not everything is buried nor does it always stay buried. Activity is unpredictable. So it's sort of like an archaeological dig involving research and chance but in the end there's no real treasure to discover, just the mild sense of smugness that comes with having done some bit of insignificant environmental cleansing.
Today's impromptu rummage yielded about half of an asda bag of material, so that's not too bad though we've not developed actual KPIs yet. What's left will slowly rot away over time, so I tell myself, but with three active cats out in the garden and surrounding areas everyday, growing herbs and vegetables has become a thing of the past. It's just too complicated to police and the thought of actually eating the produce isn't a pleasant one for me. So ends another dream, silently but with, as you'd expect, an earthy and pungent odour.
Monday, June 09, 2025
Edinburgh Daily Photo

Friday, June 06, 2025
Seventeen Years Ago
I found this old photo the other day. I had completely forgotten about it. That happens a lot, but then again it was taken in May 2008. Here are two adorable (yes, I know) cats we had back then, both fixed onto some passing birds flying off into the blue, I imagine. Clint is on the left, he died in 2023 and Smudge, his sister, is on the right. Smudge died not long after this pic was taken in 2008 after being hit by a vehicle. Shortly after that their mum, Missie, came to stay with us. At the time we lived elsewhere in a green and pleasant land filled with things for cats to kill - unfortunately. Seems like a lifetime ago but it isn't, unless you're a cat.
Thursday, June 05, 2025
Kiki's Delivery Service Cafe
Wednesday, June 04, 2025
Lost to the Future
Tuesday, June 03, 2025
Technical Shelf
I see that Lego have started making Lego cameras that look very much like cameras but don't actually work. You'll fund them and numerous other things on the Technical Shelf. Lego also make other models of things, some that work up to point and some that don't other than acting as inanimate facsimiles of the original item. Some models are just toys really, others are complex machines or maybe, if taken too far beyond any of these terms, might be seen as just a bit pretentious.
Speaking of tech it's quite good that, at a certain stage of life, you send off a poo sample to a lab in Dundee and shortly thereafter they send you a letter back saying that you don't have bum cancer. I know that there are the other kind of letters that some people must get that are not so good but I've managed to avoid them so far. Don't knock the NHS (well not for this sort of thing).
Monday, June 02, 2025
Monday Marxism
So what or who might your top three Marxists be? Mine are roughly* as follows:
1) The Marx Brothers.
2) Marks & Spencer
3) Karl Marx.
So despite various scandals and poor lifestyle choices I'd give top marks (groan!) to the actual Marx Brothers. The absurd (had to get that word in), surreal but often strangely conventional comedy family that still remain highly influential, copied and referenced within art and entertainment to this day. I was introduced to them fairly early on when their films were still regularly broadcast on TV in 425 blurry lines. Those films would have been almost thirty years old at the time but I didn't really realize their age because my own wee out of time world was completely monochrome just like theirs. I just liked them because they were stupidly funny and so different from the Billy Cotton Band Show, Come Dancing or whatever the two available TV channels coughed up at the time. I even enjoyed the ridiculous and hammy musical bits they added in.
Marks & Spencer - Mainly about the food but also for their trouser selection which for some reason seem to be made in sizes that can fit somebody like me. *I also know that this Marx was actually Michael Marks but who cares?
Karl Marx - Grizzled, misunderstood, often misquoted and a byword for a theoretical political radicalism that is a better model than many others. I can't completely disagree with someone who said "Keep people from their history and they can be easily controlled" (unless that's another misquote). The thing is we all know that Marxism will never work because amongst other things ... people are involved and human life is way too complicated.
Friday, May 30, 2025
Destinations
Too much air in the wrong places today. The wind logistics team worked hard to balance out shortages. There were large pockets of excess air here and there. Everything seemed to be headed over here though, to the right or East as it's sometimes known. The water was a bit bumpy too. I'd recommend eye protection if you're cutting back any vigorous or stubborn vegetation. Dust mites, thrips and tiny particles of debris all swirl in a dangerous aerial soup.
Thursday, May 29, 2025
Fake Plastic Trees
Wednesday, May 28, 2025
Life Still
I was calm about everything now. The people I loved. The money. The world pressing down. It would all go the way it would go. Kismet.
The only thing left was to keep a record. A record of what had happened. What was happening. What might come.
Monday, May 26, 2025
Cat/Parts/Befuddled
Sunday, May 25, 2025
Noodle Pots
"This egg tastes like nothing".
He shifted the white around with his fork, explored the smooth white surface that rested on the plate, casually probing it like a specimen. He added more salt, a little more pepper and moved the salad portion from side to side, as if exploring it for signs of life.
"Nope, it's bland. Like a black hole on my tongue, just nothing. I wonder whatever happened?"
I didn't bother answering. It wasn't even meant as a question. Yes there were eggs to eat but there were no chickens, they were long gone. They'd crossed over to the other side but found only a void. Now we had simulated eggs made up from some concoction of things that were not eggs. They had egg like colour texture but little flavour. It was a poor start and an unsatisfactory finish. Modern life eh?
"Time passes and you get used to things but memory plays tricks. We're old enough to remember an ancient world that doesn't exist anymore, it's far away and fading. Still I just can't escape the man traps my own mind lays out for me."
It had become a common experience for our generation.
Conversations about unsatisfactory food were embedded in everyday banter and the fodder of jokes. Complaints were voiced but just kind of floated and faded over onto some futile level of faceless authority before they were erased. The complaints became observations and then settled into something more to do with "at least we have ...". The slow acceptance, the lack of resistance, the carry on and keep drinking your prune juice attitude though no one under forty knows what a prune was or how you ever came by it. That part of history hasn't survived. I wondered what kind of history should survive; unending documentaries about real estate business from when it was "real", alien hoaxes, unsolved crime and extinct animals that we still think are OK and scratching about out in the wild somewhere.
I was brought up on the Lomond Books of Education, an austere set of school textbooks covering numerous subjects. It was a Fife thing, a Scottish thing in the mid 20th century. The Lomond Books on Scottish history were sparse on facts and speculation wasn't really allowed. Thin black and white illustrations of Wallace and Bruce, Mary Queen of Scots and James VI that told you nothing. Coloured print must have been too expensive so our historical viewpoint was like a brass rubbing extrapolated into an action figure but without the action or any drama in the narrative. Flat and grim, faceless people in armour and gowns who were long dead.
The historical text was the same, the human touch conveniently missing, just in case you thought these people might actually have been really flesh and blood. Births, deaths, castles, conquests and battle dates. Nobody ever said anything out loud unless they were a Shakespearean character traveling from A to B to C. Those "lines to take" had survived but no teacher ever explained what that complex dialogue might mean. We only had our uneducated guesswork to go by but were too bored to fully investigate it. The delete key had not been invented but they still knew how to use it.
So where did the chickens go? Like everything else they were replaced. They'd had a good run, however many thousand years of clucking and pecking but then along came a better, more cost effective, fully industrial and environmentally cleaner way of a) producing chicken meat and b) eggs, so they said. A few people spoke up for the chickens; chicken farmers probably and foodies and activists but "they" got rid of them. Quickly, quietly. The system works. Now we have a synthetic alternative but without any real alternatives.
I used to complain about having too much choice out in the world of modern retail. Too many varieties, too many products, all competing for space and attention, all getting in the way, all needing HGV transportation and temperature control and shelf life monitoring, crowded out with adverts and shelves and pop ups and fridges. Click and collect, delivery in minutes, everything there when you need it, food, drinks, clothes, anything. Well that way of being passed away. Things are still "available" but via ration, allocation, status and location. Not too much choice but it's all "good for you" and "good for society" now. Now a lot of the boxes to tick or click are greyed out.
The delays can be annoying but you get used them. We all keep emergency noodle pots in the bottom of our cupboards but I don't really know how we'll boil the water when the power is cut. Did I mention that I'm turning one hundred and four on my next birthday? I think they might have put something in the eggs.
Friday, May 23, 2025
Thursday, May 22, 2025
Capital Models - Rock and Roll
Monday, May 19, 2025
Call Any Vegetable
There once was a time when we all were less removed from the food that we ate but there's a hazy fog coming down. I know it's true but I struggle to recall how that time was ...
"He spoke often of carrots and greens, of beets boiled firm and eaten with salt and he said a man who ate well from the rich earth would live long and die with his boots on. He believed it, or said he did and there was truth in his voice when he said it. It was the kind of inner truth that needs no volume. But sometimes, alone at night with the seabirds calling into the empty darkness and the moon low and dull, he thought of cheeseburgers wrapped in paper, fries and mayo and the snap of cold cola. His hands would tremble a little. He never said anything about it. Everything remained tight. He only chewed his kale slower and told himself that he liked the bitterness."