It’s a Dog’s Life…

(Tourists) My Canadian visitors are safely returned, sent back replete (I hope ) with castles and parks, and Scottish breakfast, Nessie tea-towels, and shortbread tins. It’s always illuminating to revisit places which are so second nature as to be unremarkable, in the company of those to whom they are fresh and new. I would certainlyContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life…”

It’s a Dog’s Life…

(passport) My ten year passport expired (already?). These days you do the whole renewal on-line, and some kind of government backed A.I. critiques your application. Mostly this is straightforward. however the “recent photo” – plain background, look straight ahead, no hats (seriously?), no shadows, glasses… My first effort, rejected by robot response, was admittedly aContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life…”

It’s a Dog’s Life…

(party!) Most everyone who will read this was probably there anyway. It was the fifth 60th I’ve attended this year, and when the birthday boy is known for being, or having been, the bass player in several bands, some kind of live music is unavoidable and reunions are inevitable. “No Shame”, with three guesting drummers,Continue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life…”