Long-gone Tommy the Mook,
the steadfast Slowrider,
the over-sensitive underdog,
Emperor of the North Pole.
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
Up til the 1970s the A6 was the main north-south route on the west into Scotland. On the highest point of this road there is a tiny little brick hut that was owned by British telecom. Surplus to requirement in the modern digital world this hut was auctioned off and an acquaintance of mine bought it with the express purpose of putting gigs on every full moon. It's much bigger inside than it appears and upstairs (yes, there are 2 floors) in the music room I could just about stand my bass up but had to crouch to play it. We played an hour of the finest hobo music known to man, got drunk and had a great if very snug gig. We met David at the top after he had just celebrated his halfway point on the Lands End to John O'Groats unicycle trip. It's not every day you unicycle to the top of a mountain pass on a thousand mile trip and get invited to a party in the only building as far as the eye can see.
a)- a size of spanner in the Imperial sizing system to fit 9/16ths of an inch nuts and bolts. b)- slightly more than half. c)- Revelation 9:16 "The number of the mounted troops was two hundred million. I heard their number."
d) the standard thread for bicycle pedals.