Saturday, July 02, 2011

Return of the worst goalie in the world...

Playlist
Various – Last 10 Months on Shuffleplay
Various – Destination Out Downloads
Kraus – Complete Piano Music
John Wetton – Raised in Captivity
Charts & Maps – Dead Horse
George Russell – The Essence of George Russell
Jackie McLean – Destination Out
Various – The Perfumed Garden
Bob Dylan – Blonde on Blonde
Brian Eno – The Instrumental Box
Charts and Maps - Dead Horse

Up at 6:38...

Working a way on the PC, updating this, then downloading the latest far out jazz tracks available from Destination Out – a recommended site for any jazz aficionados out there...

Once again I found myself three weeks along from having taken stuff out at the library and not looked at or listened to it – quickly ripped the disc of Bach music transcribed for viols and decided to re-borrow the Krautrock book...



A leisurely breakfast with Anne was soundtracked by the delightful sounds of Herr Kraus’ piano music...

Although German, he is known as “The Swedish Mozart”...

As Anne set about tending to the garden, your correspondent was entertained by a preview copy of John Wetton’s new album as he drove to the Saturday parking place and then again on the Walkman as he walked to the library...









































I wasn’t intending to borrow anything else but ended up availing myself of two 9CD box sets - the Bob Dylan “Original Mono Recordings” box and another by jazz genius and inventor of the modal scales later utilised by Miles Davis (e.g. on “Kind of Blue”) and John Coltrane, the one and only George Russell...

The thrown open doors reflected the heat today...



Back to the car - different route...













On my return, a wayward hedge was expertly given a haircut by the Exec Producer (I finished off the furthest away parts)....









Having (perhaps foolishly) booked our flight for a holiday later in the summer, the afternoon was spent waiting to hear from the owners of our chosen lodgings as to confirmation of our request for a place to stay...

E-mails have been sent, messages have been left and a text has winged its way – all to no avail thus far...

So, whilst listening to Bob Dylan and Brian Eno, alternative arrangements were lined up...

This evening was the stag night of old chum Nigel Simpson – long time five a side football colleague and so, the Exec Producer drove me to the scene of the great ankle breaking of 2005...

I had foregone the paintball which seven brave badly-marked-by-wealds souls had endured this afternoon (I was supposed to have been taking Jane & Bobby and family to Glasgow Airport but Bobby’s mum stepped in at the last minute)...

Now I was along to watch (given the parlous state of my knees) tonight’s big seven a side match...

A team photo was taken – note the quaich in front...



..the captain’s shook hands...



...and the match began...













Half time...



...and 4-0 to the Blues, with the Greens not having had a single shot on target – but they were to kick “downhill” in the second half...

Away they went again, the Greens having been given an extra man in the form of late arrival Micky...













Very soon it was 6-0 – however, one of the Blues had to be helped from the field due to an injury, so your correspondent, resplendent in “going out” clothes including very slippy-slidey Chelsea Boots, was called into action as a sub (thankfully no pics)...

After a brief stint in defence, I went in goal...

Within a few minutes the score was 6-5 – even my old mucker Jim Park managed to put one past me (thanks to a deft drop of the shoulder he reckoned – I think it was my shoes)...

I did manage to save a couple though, before, with the last few kicks of the game, Nigel rounded at least four defenders and the goalie before slotting in the blues’ game-safe-making seventh...

Full time 7-5...



On to Black Bos for drinks where old chums Pete and Professor (and erstwhile five-a sider) Martin joined us, the latter having just gotten back from South America where he had been, quite literally, laundering money...

Then, to Mother India, which I'd passed earlier today...



...where a very enjoyable Indian tapas scenario was enjoyed by, in total, around twenty of us...













At midnight, with the guys heading for more drinks, mindful of a lunch date with Count Brodski and Penny tomorrow, I headed down to Princes St for a night bus...

With none available, a taxi was obtained just past Haymarket and I was home and into bed for 1 am...

A very enjoyable day...

Highlight of the Day : 15 minutes of footie, even though I was shite (I blame the shoes)...

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