Here’s Tae Us

Some claim there’s not much fun in being Presbyterian
With a love of despair as our chosen criterion.
That we try to enjoy but our heart’s just not in it.
So we look for the worst. The best? We’ll just bin it.

But, if you think we are humble, doom-ridden or ‘douce’,
You’d be missing the mark and extremely obtuse.
For we hold it as fact that when God took a shot
at creating perfection, he fashioned the Scot.

We display to you all our practised pretence,
And try not to blame you for not having the sense
to be born a true Jock with all that’s implied.
We’re just very lucky – you can’t call it pride.

A Show of Hands for Pseu

Sorry, Pseu and hands up by me for my  total failure to lend any sort of hand of support to your competitions until tonight. As the hands of the clock move inexorably towards midnight, I genuinely feel all thumbs about not knuckling down and pulling my finger out to make  a fist at some sort of entry.

The truth is that I have been far too limp-wristed in my charioteering this month, although I could hold out the excuse that I have had my hands full at work as our IT is handed over to a new ham-fisted and cack-handed bunch of incompetents who could not find their own back passages even if they used both hands. Sorry if I’m being a bit off hand about them but the digital age can be a right pain sometimes. In my hands on experience. Continue reading “A Show of Hands for Pseu”

Happy Valentine’s Day

The festival of Bread, Love and Chocolate starts today, having been heralded yesterday by a group of  lanceurs de drapeaux dressed in red and yellow medieval outfits parading through the streets to drums and horns, tossing their flags very skilfully.  Well, they didn’t drop any while I was watching.

http://www.amourchocolat.fr/

This is a celebration of baking and chocolate, held in the square outside the Musee Peynet with all his drawings of  “Love is …”.  It’s always held round St Valentine’s Day, which this year is the day after Ash Wednesday and therefore in Lent.  So all the stalls offering Italian delicacies may be tempting people to break their Lenten resolutions.  I shall steer well clear of any meat products.

As for the weather, we are surrounded by snow-covered hills and it is cold out of the sun.  But I shall not complain.

High, Wide and …you’ve guessed it, handsome

If a tree falls in the forest and no one’s there to hear it, does it make a sound? Forgetting that, if I make the world record high jump in my bedroom and nobody’s around to record it, would anybody believe it?
Well I did.
Placing a pole next to the mattress on the bed and using a small run-up- just like those fancy penalty kick takers in football that do the dink shot- I cleared 2.5m. This is a new world record according to the Guinness book of world records. Now I’m not going to boast and say I did it on my first go. It took many attempts and lots of hard work but I got there in the end. Trouble is the constant battering of the mattress left it in a helluva state. My wife will take one look at it and wonder what I’ve been up to. I could be for the high jump.