Nostalgia

Aint what it used tobe. The old ones are...well, very old now, sorry.
Memory lane weekend.
It started off whith the Viking Princess getting download fever and ripping loads of dance music off the net. Wonderful thing broadband.
I have no moral stance on downloading dance music as it all seems to be rip-offs of other stuff anyway.
Eventually though curiosity got the better of me and I investigated some of the old bands I have on vinyl stored up in the loft. I've always meant to convert these LPs to CD, but let's face it, its much easier to download a clean copy than convert the crackly one. I would like to think that having already purchased the music in one format then downloading the same tunes in another format is morally defensible. I suspect that I may be kidding myself on that score though. Still it's nice to hear the old stuff again.
Next up a trip to Rothes for a wee pub crawl. 4 pubs hardly even counts. Two of the four have changed hands since I left and the owners don't even recognise me in my "local". The Holsten Pils was out of date, and the Chinese shuts early. The place has gone to the dogs.
Next up went to the dog myself, popped in to say hello to Storm. Who would deny a guy a visit to his first dogs grave? Well probably the owners of my old house thats who. You don't live in a place for years without knowing ways to sneak into the garden though.
Hellos and Goodbyes said and back in Strath by Sunday lunchtime.
Fire on, feet up, footie on the radio. Bliss.