i> Away With The Fairies.: January 2006

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Burns Night

With tonight being burns night, I thought it would be a good idea to cook a haggis for tea. Whatever was left over could be taken down the pub for whoever fancied it.
Unpeeled the sheeps bladder and split it in two.
Gave half each to the poodles.
The bigger, two year old, scoffed it down in one.
The puppy was going to abondone it but having seen the other devouring with relish, it chewed it until it was also consumed.
I fully expected to come home from the pub to find it regergitated onto the carpet but they were OK.
I had the expected mixed reaction down the pub.
It's like Marmite, you either love or hate it.
I was challenged to recite 'Ode to a Haggis' which I did together with a second Scottish poem, written in the 1960's by William Common.

Ode to a Cow.

On yonder hill there stons a coo.
It's no there noo.
It mustae shifted.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006


Rose at 5.30am.
Went all day without a cigarette.
just had to have the last one before going to bed.

Just experimenting with the link in text thing.
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Friday, January 13, 2006


Biker Girl, her daughter and I, went to see four 'new metal' bands last night.
I think they all had names with 'black' or 'death' in the title.
It's been a few dacades since I went to something like this.
Everyone looked so young.
I don't think the bands near the bottom of the bill had heard of the 'loud/quiet dynamic,' so they were 'full on' all the time.
The doctors say they'll start my therapy as soon as the bleeding in my ears stops.