Another Tuesday another visit to the granite city. I will be spending quite a considerable part of January freezing my bollocks off in the greyest city in the UK, if not the world. It is quite a depressing place in the midst of winter. Still, musn't grumble it could be worse, I could be in Luton.
Here is the tune that if we had got married in a church my soon to be wife would have walked down the isle to. As it was we were in a Registry Office both standing nervously awaiting kick-off to a tape I had put together a couple of hours before.
Don't know why I posted this but I sometimes do like to listen to the album as a whole on long journeys and this along with reminding me of probably the most important day of my life always also brings back memories of leaving Aberdeen.
Edda dell'Orso - Friendship And Love
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I flippantly suggested the Imperial Death March and the wife to be was quite into the idea. We went for something more traditional in the end, fearing her mother's wrath.
I've always been intrigued by the thought of Aberdeen, the way it's described as the granite city, makes me think of H.P. Lovecraft.
I've never been
To Aberdeen
PS: Ennio Morricone - whaddaguy
Aberdeen always means the football team of the mid 80s to me. Nice post.
Is The Beechgrove Garden still there?
It may be winter outside, but in drew's (granite) heart, it's spring.
Never heard you so heart-on-sleeve luvvyduvvy.
You've obviously never been to Larne, even the grass is grey there!
Was at a scooter run in Larne in the mid eighties. Can't remember much about it.
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