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I don’t think he gives a shit

Night Night

I’ll be getting round to writing up some adventures soon. Here’s a photie from easter this year. It’s the summit cairn of Carn Dearg on the fringes of Rannoch. The peaks you can see are (l-r) the Mamores, Ben Nevis and Aonach Mor.
A beautiful night, bloody cold as well. My Titan kettle froze onto the [...]

Doughnot Hill

This is round the back and where we play often. The Kilpatrick Hills. Unjustly ignored by the Munro ticking masses on the A82 below.

Stupid

People hate success. Even perceived success, however minor. It could be something that you take for granted, a natural progression in your order of business. But stepping out of the lift queue and taking the stairs marks you out as a target.
“Who does he think he is?” Not a drone obviously.
Self actualization. Or sit in [...]

Trousers Brown

They are the trousers of a man. They have pockets. All the pockets in fact. The knees of plushness.
And the baggy arse of the skater.
Snickers. Greatly to be praised.

Mixed emotions.

I was parked on Bath Street last week having my lunch in the motor, idley flicking through the utterly horrific Cotswolds catalogue that had arrived in the post. Lunch incedentaly was a fine soup/sandwich/brownie/cuppa combo from that new place that’s opened up where O’Briens was on Sauchiehall St. Very nice.
Anyway, there were two parked cars [...]

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International Tidyman.

 Shouldn’t you recycling that newspaper?
Or,
ALIEN (early reader edition), Kane got quite a fright when the cloth jumped out of the wash basket and landed right on his head! Oh how they would all laugh about it at dinner tonight!

Yes.

Yes.
The asterisk is here. But what does this means for us all?

Very little in real terms for the listener without considered application of content.
A frequently raised eyebrow.
A journey from one extreme to the other.

What will this content be?

Outdoors. The kit, the doing of stuff, the unedited versions.
But not being a one dimensional bastard, other stuff [...]