Category Archives: Scotland
I aped the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan album cover on a Saturday afternoon spent creeping about the Meadows.
Bob Dylan. Not my kind of music. I go for the atmospherics and the bangin’ beats; take me back to the Sensation White Amsterdam era of alcopops and Ajax tops.
I have seen the movie Vanilla Sky (2001) 16 times, though. I know every single facet about the feature and WHY it is incredible yet folk still slate it. Some plebs just hate Tom Cruise; I think he is the best. He puts his all into everything and clearly loves his life. He also gets stick for the Scientology thing, as if every other religion isn’t insane.
Anyway, an album cover from something from Bob Dylan features in the film. I have never listened to the album and never will but it’s a belter of a photo. I feel about Bob Dylan as some do Tom Cruise.
More Alex DeLarge visions.
I like to frequent this little Anthony Burgess habitat at least once a year to remind me of one of the greatest movies ever put on celluloid. When I depart I say to myself, “I was cured alright.”
Another feline Spaghetti Western.
Your everyday Abbeyhill face-off … between cats. When I departed they were still exchanging stares out of a Sergio Leone Mexican standoff.
The Foot of the Walk, Edinburgh.
The FOTW, Edinburgh’s own frazzled little riviera.
Leith is classy and colourful.
I went to Harlaw Reservoir and sang Seal’s ‘Kiss from a Rose’ as a camping associate shat in a bush.
Nothing else to report, really. The main outcome of the weekend was a general consensus that Cobra Kai is better than The Karate Kid (1984).
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 