Tuesday, August 28, 2001
Endless trouble logging on - I thought at first the password had been changed. Things are much better now, apart from anything else most of the festivals have finished, so it's actually possible to take a bus which goes where it's supposed to, instead of going on huge detours to avoid carnivals or road works or too many tourists. Went out for one last frenzied dive through the tourists and had tapas and far too much rioja and cava. Now, it's back to normal for a few days before the church halls switch from being festival venues to places to ceilidh (yes, the ceilidh season is about to start, and I have no comfortable shoes). I threw away my comfortable but scruffy shoes and have been wearing shoes of varying degrees of pain ever since. The obvious solution: buying a new pair, is tricky, due to distance from shops, short lunchbreaks, needs to catch up on flexitime and such like.
Cockroach classic: Riddle on the Sands.
Music: the usual, Killing Miranda, Papa Roach, though Miles is thrilled to bits at having touched Marilyn Manson's hand and Ginger Fish's and having a bandage with Simon Pegg's autograph on, courtesy of the Glasgow Gig on the Green at the weekend. Falling down in the mosh pit and getting mildly trampled is a small price to pay, it seems.
Cockroach classic: Riddle on the Sands.
Music: the usual, Killing Miranda, Papa Roach, though Miles is thrilled to bits at having touched Marilyn Manson's hand and Ginger Fish's and having a bandage with Simon Pegg's autograph on, courtesy of the Glasgow Gig on the Green at the weekend. Falling down in the mosh pit and getting mildly trampled is a small price to pay, it seems.
