Scottish Blogs.com

Well I did it. I ventured out of the house and cowardly went where most men have gone before. I went to the blues night. My mate wasn't there when I got there, so I walked into the room, looked around at all the faces looking at me and felt completely gormless... PANIC!!!It was time for fight or flight. I don't know how it happened but I switched onto autopilot to my old crap patter, introducing myself to everyone and making wisecracks (or unwise cracks) to all and sundry. By the time my pal arrived I was all set up and ready to play. By this time I was buzzing, all wound up and pacing around the floor as if I was on whizz, desperate to get a move on.We had rehearsed 5 songs and I wanted to get them done and out of the way. I was standing behind the mike, centre stage, clutching my...

Another big sleep last night...Mrs Mo was off today so we had a long lie and then after getting up she actually persuaded me to consider going out in the afternoon... fek... leaving my sanctuary and crossing the threshold...EEEeeeeeek!Anyway, later, she drove us out into the country and we walked across a field then along the river for a wee while. But despite some glimpses of sunshine, there was a bitterly cold arctic wind blowing flurries of snow in our faces, so quickly we made our way back home. Still, it was nice to get out of the house for half an hour (although it was even nicer to get back home).Once snuggled back in our crib (wow.. crib.. how cool is that for a middle aged grumpy.. ha ha) the missus sat in front of the TV laughing at the loveable Carol McGiffin on Loose Women...