Lunchtime. I’m munching on a chicken roll and a cup of bacon and sweetcorn chowder soup. I tune into the BBC News website, as I always do, to see what’s happening in the world. One of the Scottish stories catches my eye, of a woman killed by what seemed to have been two or more vehicles as she was walking down the A90 on Tuesday evening.
I clicked on the link to read more. Saw the face of someone I know smiling back at me in one of those pictures the press gets hold of so the public can put a face to the name. I’d known her since she joined the company but had recently left. And now there she was, tragically turning up on the news after a terrible turn of events.
My thoughts go out to the family she leaves behind.
In Case You Missed It
If you missed it, you can still read my full review of Tuesday’s Specials gig here: Specials Gig Review
Also, you maybe also missed my essay over at A Biblio Paradise last week, you can also read it here: The Magic of Paranormal Fiction.
I managed to get the sleep I needed on Wednesday night. After The Specials on Tuesday I really needed it. Only problem was it was just so damned cold across the country, I woke up with frozen tootsies out the end of the bed.
The good news, though, is that autumn has most definitely arrived. Once again I can enjoy the crispness in the air, the golden leaves underfoot, and the clear moonlit skies. It’s that time of the year when I always listen to certain albums by Yello, and the same time of year when I conceived and wrote the manuscript for STELLA. It’s time for writing a new paranormal story; it’s time to finish BACCARA BURNING.
I spent the night out in Leith last night. My pal’s sister was playing a gig in Noble’s Bar as part of The Fruit Tree Foundation mentor/mentee song writing programme. I was delighted to see that Withered Hand and James Yorkston were also playing—I’d been wanting to see them play live for a while—and with the whole thing being free and on my doorstep it made for a cracking wee night out.
Several pints of Guinness were consumed over the course of the evening, which also saw me bumping into David MacGregor, the lead singer of Kid Canaveral, a band I am a huge fan of after their debut album, Shouting at Wildlife, caught my eye. Go check them out, it’s the best debut album I’ve heard in many years.
This week’s Friday Vid came to me through Twittersville. It’s a delightfully happy one, but I dare you to watch this woman hearing for the first time, without being moved to the point of tears. If you can’t see the video, click here to view.
Peace and out!