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Frogs? Anybody else got neighbours like this? Closer 😀 And people wonder why I live in a constant state of despair? 😩
If it's secret, and in Scotland...
Frogs? Anybody else got neighbours like this? Closer 😀 And people wonder why I live in a constant state of despair? 😩
Lucky I spotted and grabbed this pic recently, Troublesome boy – Hope Street murals. Pity it’s gone, lost under what appears to be an advert – something we DON’T need. Caught this as it was started, New Hope Street mural arriving. Waited … Continue reading →
Unfortunately, not one that appeals/appealed to me, and not improved by the fans that insist on singing (sorry, screaming) along to his songs. I had to depart after about 20 minutes, the poor ears just couldn’t take any more. But … Continue reading →
It all started with one of those queuing bus scenarios, when the bus you’re waiting arrives while one has just pulled up at the stop. You wave from the queue, and hope the bus drivers knows you mean them. You … Continue reading →
The good old smartphone (an item I don’t possess) has made night shots ubiquitous. I don’t know if users know, but they have at least 100 methods and rules built-in (it was 95 when I first read an analysis, years … Continue reading →
Now that Kelvingrove Park has cleared out all the Commonwealth Games rubbish that led to most of the paths being closed, the arrival of some decent weather means I can get along to the bandstand and listen to the last … Continue reading →
I thought the last decent eclipse we might have seen was back in 1999, when I was all set up for pics, but saw little more than a watery sun through thin cloud – but at least I did see … Continue reading →
I made a mistake a couple of nights ago, and diverted to Kelvingrove Bandstand since I was coming back through Glasgow late. It seemed like a ‘Good Idea’ at the time, but when I realised the quiet warm-up for the … Continue reading →
Something a little bit different as I headed into Glasgow last night, for Summer Nights at the Kelvingrove bandstand. A line of stopped cars, led by a hearse at the 1888 Bar on London Road. By the time I stopped … Continue reading →