I am not going to moan about the heat even although I am melting, it is fucking magic, it is good to see people with smiles on there coupons for a change and peely wally Scots with some colour that doesn't come from a bottle or one of those melanoma machines. However I could do without all the saggy flesh that is on show, especially the burnt red raw stuff. I went to Airdrie last night to get Max and my season tickets ( I know child abuse, but it's character building) on the scooter and it just felt great. Hopefully I will get a chance over the weekend to get back out for a ride.
Anyway, I was thinking of posting something balearic, maybe off of the 101 Cafe del Mar compilations that have been released over the past nineteen years which could be listened to with an Estella Damm but who needs the white isle when either Saltcoats, Ayr or Scarborough will be more than adequate. Today's track is a bit of blissed out down tempo early trance courtesy of the Drum Club. So crack open a bottle/can of whatever you fancy, I will have a Guinness and thank fuck it is the beginning of the weekend.
Have a good weekend people.
The Drum Club - Follow The Sun
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'Blissed out', yes. Buoyed by the eldest daughter's success in the end of year school awards last night it's possible I had one too many Vina Sol rosados. Will this stop me tonight? Will it (Gloria) heckaslike.
It is your duty to partake of alcohol on a Friday night.
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