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No sleep till Tebay

Thursday, September 13th, 2012

You don't need a pass to the underpass party

So I’ve now recovered sufficiently from my Edinburgh trip to write a few words and post some photos.

Edinburgh is a wonderful city, and it’s supercharged when the Fringe is on. I ended up playing the Kittens and Häagen-Dazs open mic at Pulp Fiction books, had slots on two days at the variety show Well It’s Woody, for which I got a mention in a review (Seamless cabaret night with a programme to savour …), and also played a fairly impromptu gig at a café (where I was wowed by the spiced Mexican coffee). (more…)

Kittens, wood and curtains in Edinburgh

Tuesday, August 21st, 2012

Edinburgh free-fringe open mic

So … a few low-key gigs/open mics in Edinburgh … First the inruigingly named Kittens and Häagen-Dazs at Pulp Fiction bookshop on Thurs. Then on Friday an appearance at the Forest Café open mic, followed by a guest slot in ‘Well, It’s Woody’ at Fingers Piano Bar (to complete the wood-based theme of the day).

Looking forward to seeing lots of other great stuff, and catching a glimpse of that castle I visited on what seemed like endless occasions as a kid … well it was that and curtain shops.

I’ll be taking a number of cameras so expect some pics on here soon. In fact, I’ll have the polaroid so there may even be some almost-instant updates.

Alderney adventure: taking off in a Trislander

Wednesday, November 9th, 2011


One of the more memorable experiences of my recent trip to Alderney was flying there on the 18-seater, three propeller-engined Trislander. The 18 seats include those of the pilot and co-pilot and we all boarded separately through car-type doors along the fuselage.

There’s no aisle so we sat two abreast, right next to the whirring wing-mounted propellers. The Trislander, manufactured by Britten-Norman, is an elongated version of their Islander aircraft. In order to keep the pitch (more…)

All set for Alderney

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

The next moogieman gig will be at a more far-flung location than usual. The Campania pub sits high among windswept rocks. The cracked baroque facade is occasionally hit by spray from the crashing waves below. On clear days its haughty turrets are visible from the coast of France.

But inside there is an ocean of calm … until, that is, moogieman performs his song about the International Obfuscated C Code Contest – The Apostate Priest Of The PDP-11. (more…)