The Scotland game

The day is sunny and the Scotland fans are out early and in force!

A Bucket of Wine!

Good lord. The primary fermentation is complete! No-one could have been more surprised than me when the hydrometer read .994. Its murky as feck. Now i have to add the finings and leave for 24 hours before bottling and letting then mature for a month. I hope the wine matures into a fine adult as at the moment it smells like cheap cheap plonk!

Even more nonsense!

Even more? This one is Midget Gems, a cheeky wee cd single.

More Riser nonsense

Square vinyl? Well i never, this un is Just Get By. Crap photo but thats hangovers for u

Riser nonsense

First single, More Tomorrow. That vinyl jazz.

The Booty

To work my friends! Let the winemaking begin. The wine that comes with the kit is utter tosh apparently. I will let that be a trial batch and then onto the chateau neuf combo that is apparently the beaverdale!

The hallowed place

After a maddening journey, a sodden trail and a gargantuan leap of faith I am here. Behold the kingdom of wine!!

Tunnels of Dark Reknown

So far so good. I have evaded the worst of the pondlife on my journey. Ducking the gaze of the feral eyed and filthy fingered. But now, what is this? A dark tunnel looms before me, etched with the scrawlings on the insane denizens of this land. A trap perhaps? No matter, I faced worse in Korea in '52. Onwards then, the devil takes care of his own.

Wine Quest

I begin my quest to find a homebrew wine kit. Alighting at partick station i am immediately assailed by the stench of the unwashed. Scurrilous vagabonds push past me whining in their sing song dialect. Its a less than salubrious past of town. I gird my loins and descend into the throng. Let the wine quest begin!

Burnt Offerings

Its friday, normally a day of joy, lambs gambolling in the fields, children skipping. Not today. There is a darkness in the air. Unseen menace. I see that already the clans of bothwell have prepared an offering to the gods. It sputters and smokes in the name of appeasement.

How to lose at poker

Smoke cigars, drink far too much and throw tast swathes of money at shit hands! I still love the game tho!

Its poker night

Tonight is the big poker night. I approach baggers tentatively, perhaps he may spare some perspicacious words.

'Meesterboom, play the cards. Dont let the cards play you.'

'Darn you baggers you cut to the heart of the matter. I shall armour myself with these words and strike true.'

Perfect

It is the only way to start a 5 day holiday!

Bamboo shoots

Michelle smiles, for me it wasnt so simple though. Something had to be done about the bizarre energy creature that was lurking in bamboo. Perhaps my serious face would scare it away!!!

Bamboozled

Me and Steve put the frighteners on the ladies in bamboo!!