More Cuban Cigars please!

What? I know. It's not the usual sort of thing is it? The girl on the far right is Marti Roxan and this is the band No Shame which she was in. I'm afraid I don't know any of the names of the rest of the band or have ever heard any of their songs. All I remember is being in a cottage in Lumphanan, Aberdeenshire, many years ago, without much entertainment but there was a copy of Metal Hammer with some pictures of Marti Roxan in it and that was when I found out what sort of a man I was. Hahaha what a stupid and embarrassing memory. When I die and go to heaven it'll be like Lumphanan and I'll live in my cottage with an open fire with my lovely wife Marti Roxan. Lumphanan's beautiful but quite average by Scotland's standards. It is where Macbeth was supposed to be killed by Duncan. Not sure if its actually true.

Hope UKOGBANI hangs onto Scotland. Of course, what difference does it make? It's not like they'll stop me visiting. Maybe it's still not too late to bite the bullet and leave England behind. Too flat anyway. My best friend at school decided to become Scottish as soon as he became an adult and within a year he had a ginger beard and was a borderline alcoholic. Overcompensating maybe. Good choice though.

Funny how Scottish nationalism is a reasonably sensible phenonema expressed now as the actual devolved Scottish Government whereas English nationalism is either something terminally archaic and cute or just outright unpleasant like the EDL (yes  they came - more later). Regional nationalism seems to come more naturally to all the english people I've ever known, which is most of the people I've ever known. It's a multi-level localism that's usually seen in the context of a rivalry. Manchester v Liverpool, Lancashire v Yorkshire, Northerners v southerners.  I suppose you could keep going. Why not? England-Scotland, Britain- Europe, Europe-Asia, Eurasia- America. Come on Eurasia!

Hmmm dunno where I'm going with this.Sorry Any creative energies are turning elsewhere. It's that time of year when work starts looming over one as the earth warms up and sap starts running and that. The pond is full of frogsex. Not that I have to do anything about that, of course. Lucky old frogs. Although to be fair they are doing it with frogs. I'm settling for nothing less than Marti Roxan.
 
Come on Koosie. Do better than this. I'm deleting all of this unless you write something worth reading soon. Tell them about the EDL. Why? I wasn't there. You've got to tell them something. Who? Dunno.Who are you, anyway? Grammatical fiction. Tree-sprite. It doesn't matter. Just write something or I'll hit you with this bamboo cane. What bamboo...ow!

600 Fascists turned up for their demo. Which isn't bad for an orbital town but insufficient to overwhelm the local constabulary and semi-uniformed 'community volunteers' organised by the council. They marched up the road a bit, had a little rally next to the bus station and then dispersed into coaches and trains. It was all done in 2 hours and despite a few arrests for drunk & disordely nobody got hurt and nothing got damaged. Still...I'm watching you Fascists. The RAC follow the Hainish code and that doesn't rule out anything. All the same it does bring to mind the title of this song by the Super Furries.

Hey the Embed failed to work again. Not that it matters. I wonder what I'm doing wrong.

Lot's to talk about again today that I won't. Syria was traumatic to watch again this week. South Sudan crisis continues. Greece gets it's latest bail-out. Putin spells out terms and conditions of new cold war....fun planet. Interesting times as ever. We endure. The unendurable if necessary.

The title of this post refers to base desires. I like the good things in life, my friends, but they're mostly always just round the corner. Not that I'm complaining of course. Last week there was Morricone magic and you can't have enough of that. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Well actually I'm going to the allotment to plant some Willow whips then maybe reward myself with a walnut whip. So that's quite predictable really. I wonder if anyone still sells walnut whips?  It's unknowable. Schrodlinger's walnut-whip.