Sunday, June 27, 2004

Postbag

You'd hardly credit some people. I feel sorry for John Peel having to wade through all that homespun muck to put on something vaguely interesting on a Saturday morning.
The Monday night version is much better because it doesn't go on quite so long.
Anyway, thank you to all the kind people who wrote in to tell me how to spell Sandi's name correctly.
I've had a few queries about Mongolian singers and what makes them so unusual. I'm not an expert but I have heard them and the sound they produce is a bit like a didgeridoo with a penny whistle inside.
Sounds very difficult and it's probably bad for the blood pressure so don't try it at home.

Now, getting back to people you could hardy credit. There's a pile of letters here from people asking such questions as "Does your Organic Hut do deliveries?"

Some of you would seem to think your regular presenter lives in the Scottish equivalent of Ambridge.
Try thinking hard up, Monarch Of The Glen with weekly deliveries from Fortnum's, Columbia and Morocco, not to mention Oddbins.

Saturday, June 26, 2004

Standing In


Now, before you start getting too used to me, I'm just standing in for the usual presenter because she's had to go in for a liver transplant.
Between you and me I think it was that pub crawl from one end of Rose Street to the other, that finally caused her's to pack in.
They're saying it's a virus, of course, but then they would. Always closing ranks that lot. Worse than the bloody Masons.
Talking of Masons, I was going to play you a bit of Mozart but there doesn't seem to be a turntable in here.
Typical!
They expect you to down tools and hold the fort without so much as a cassette player.
If I'd known I would have let Sandi Toksvig do it. She can turn her had to anything and I believe she keeps a couple of Mongolian singers under the kitchen table just in case.
I wonder if she would let me borrow them for next time?
If anyone knows how to spell her name properly you will let me know?
I suppose I could go to the BBC website but after the day I've had I just want to put me feet up with a sherry.

Why Me?


I don't know why they keep asking me to do these blogs but apparently, I've become something of a celebrity since I walked the The Twin Peaks in a pair of sling backs for mental health week.
God that was an experience! I've never been anywhere so weird in all my life and I ended up with a jippy kidney.

Anyway I was just telling our production manager that I think Loretta is anorexic, either that or Wombat is starving her.
The dress I ran up for her is at least two sizes too big and of course with that pink face and those rubber gloves she looks more like a blow up doll than a world class actress.
Poor soul, she hasn't done much work since the Tempest. She did appear for a photo shoot last Sunday but as far as I know for the past few years she's been hanging on a peg in Wombat's hall.
So It's back to the sewing machine.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

Any Thane Goes


You may not know this but many years ago at the Grand Opening of The Birnam institute The Marx Brothers performed Macbeth.
My dear friend and dramaturge BR Wombat recently adapted the play and has just signed a contract for 50% of the film rights.
The play was recently performed on the lawns of Kirkinch with Wombat playing the parts of Abner P Shakespeare (Groucho) and Herr Frietag.
I handled the parts played by Chico and Harpo and I was also Mrs. De Birnam.
The part of Loretta Bubbly was played by Norma Jean, well known Shakespearian actress and Nymphet.
There was a cup of tea afterwards.
Wombat productions would like to thank all those who contributed to the raffle and a big thanks goes to Philip Marx for his piece in the Blairy.

Monday, June 21, 2004


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Edinburgh Nights 3

I'm getting a bit bored with this. Another weekend has been and gone and I'm still trying to catch up with this one. So to cut a long story short we went pub crawling, comparing the wine and the service on offer in various bars from one end of Rose Street to the other.
By the time we hit the Rutland, for just one more, we should have been tucked up in bed and that was where I spent most of the next day paying the price.

The End

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Edinburgh Nights Part 2

We left Petits Paris all smiles and good humour and sauntered up The Grassmarket towards Victoria Road.
Not ready to go home, we had the idea that one more drink in Maxim's would round of the evening very nicely.
Maxim's is ideally situated on a sort of roof top veranda just below the castle and it should have been another enjoyable experience.
Sadly it was a big disappointment. Below the veranda in another restaurant on Victoria Road something was burning and the smell of old chip oil was a bit off putting. Thankfully we were not directly above the restaurant or we would have been shrouded in smoke too.
It was ages before a waitress took our order and this she did very grudgingly though we tried hard to make her smile.
The Wine was very good but there was no point in staying for more. The service was so bad we would have been sober by the time we got another drink from that miserable waitress.

to be continued

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Edinburgh Nights

It's Wednesday and I'm still exhausted from my weekend in Edinburgh.
I arrived at my brother and sister in law's new flat in a leafy west end avenue about 4.30 on Saturday.
We had a quick cup of tea, I was given a tour of the house and then we set of for town.
We took the route alongside The Water Of Leith avoiding the traffic but not the bicycles.
Our first stop was Ryan's Bar for a quick refreshment and then we made our way over to the Grassmarket having decided on a French meal.
After a lovely meal outside on the pavement, a couple of bottles of wine and some encouragement from the delightful waiters we set off again.

to be continued