Monday, June 15, 2009

This will always be a special place for me ...

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Friday, June 12, 2009


Last Saturday went well, I think.

We set off for the Lost Valley at around 11am. It was a nice day for walking - quite cool, no midges to speak of, and the sun kept peering out from behind the clouds every now and then.  The odd shower, but nothing to worry about.  The walk was just as I remembered it.  Short, but quite hard-going at times, and clambering over the rocks was a trial with an urn full of Ian's ashes on my back.  But we got to the top and stopped to eat our packed lunch.  Then off down to the valley floor to find a suitable place.

I found a lovely little rowan tree with mossy rocks around it's base, and when we approached it a pair of chaffinches landed on the largest rock and twittered for a few seconds before flying away.  Ian loved the birds and would have thought it suitable, so that was the decision made.  I had chosen a lovely little passage from the Talmud to read which seemed appropriate, but me and Ian's sister were too emotional to read it, so my friend Puddy stepped in and read it for us.

In a harbour, two ships sailed: one setting forth on a voyage, the other coming home to port. Everyone cheered the ship going out, but the ship sailing in was scarcely noticed. To this, a wise man said: 'Do not rejoice over a ship setting out to sea, for you cannot know what terrible storms it may encounter and what fearful dangers it may have to endure. Rejoice rather over the ship that has safely reached port and brings it's passengers home in peace.'

And this is the way of the world: When a child is born, all rejoice; when someone dies, all weep. We should do the opposite. For no one can tell what trials and travails await a newborn child; when a mortal dies in peace, we should rejoice, for he has completed a long journey, and there is no greater boon than to leave this world with the imperishable crown of a good name.

We then took turns to scatter some ashes around the tree, and then a we all had a tot of his favourite whisky - Bhunahabhainn - and said a toast to Ian.  I sprinkled a tot of whisky around the tree as well. Then we all took a few rocks and built a small cairn at the base of the tree.  Spike had the idea of getting a plaque made on a stainless steel chain that could be hung from a branch and not harm the tree, and to come back next year to place it.  I think that would be a lovely thing to do.

I would like to thank everybody who came along - it meant so much to me to have the support of my friends there and if Ian could have seen our little ceremony I know he would have been chuffed to bits.

I couldn't get any photos, except a shot of the valley floor from where we stopped for lunch.  However, others took some nice shots so I will post them here when I have copies.

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

The Sex Pistols ... yay!  This is Anarchy In The UK.

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

This is Tenpole Tudor - Swords of a Thousand Men

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Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Another one of my favourites from 1979 - *Blondie* - *Picture This*


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Thursday, June 04, 2009

A man boarded an aircraft at London ’s Heathrow Airport for New York , and taking his seat as he settled in, he noticed a very beautiful woman boarding the plane. He realised she was heading straight toward his seat and bingo - she took the seat right beside him.
"Hello", he blurted out, "Business trip or vacation?"
She turned, smiled enchantingly and said, "Business. I'm going to the annual nymphomaniac convention in the United States ."
He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever Seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting for Nymphomaniacs!
Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, "What's your business role at this convention?"
"Lecturer," she responded. “I use my experience to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality."
"Really", he smiled, "what myths are those?"
"Well," she explained, "one popular myth is that African-American Men are the most well endowed when, in fact, it's the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is That French men are the best lovers, when actually it is the men of Greek descent. We have also found that the best potential lovers in all categories are the Irish."
Suddenly the woman became uncomfortable and blushed. "I'm sorry," She said. "I really shouldn't be discussing this with you; I don't even know your name!"
"Tonto," the man said. "Tonto Papadopoulos, but my friends call me Paddy."

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There will no more Tune of the Day until Monday.
I will be leaving tomorrow to travel up to Glen Coe to scatter Ian's ashes in the Lost Valley and will not return until Sunday.
See you when I get back.

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Possibly the coolest Scot ever ... I didn't discover this guy until I was 21 back in 1989 ... he sadly died in January this year.
This is *John Martyn* - *May You Never

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Wednesday, June 03, 2009

This is the lass that shocked the nation back in the 80s by flashing her hairy oxters on Top of the Pops! Yay! It's *Nena* with *99 Red Balloons!

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Monday, June 01, 2009

A blast from the past for me - my sister was a big fan of Tubeway Army and as a younger sister I was subjected to long hours listening to it - and you know, some of those songs really got under my skin!
This song is called *Down in the the Park*

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