Taityboy working like a Trojan

My old pal Stephen Tait made contact with me through my blog this morning from Brisbane, on the way to the North Shore area of Sydney.

Excuse my ignorance but I assume that’s like the Trinity of Sydney, although Stephen will no doubt profess to it being a horrendous slum.

He never changes.  A sample of the things he was saying to me in his email are.

“Crippled with debt.”

“Working 14 hour days”

His next comment is just plain bloody stupid…

“A pint in the Diggers watching Hearts would be a welcome break….but only for 90mins.”

Anyway I thought I’d look into the crippling hard working life in Australia.  And here is what I found.

Enough said?


Och, poor wee Stephen, my heart bleeds for you. It’s so bloody stressful you’ve had to convert to Buddhism.  Say one or me will ya?

Is that a bottle of Castlemaine xxxx by the way, or is he in serious need of a visit to the local clinic?

Buddah’s got a funny look in that area too.

Must be the pressure.

Poor old Tracie!

“Aaaw! Look at the little baby Sparrow…”

That was the cry from my kitchen as wife and mother in law cooed and chuckled.

And here it is…the ickle baby sparrer!  as photographed from our kitchen window at 4 pm this very day.


But…It’s not a bleedin sparrer; it’s a bleedin Wren, innit!


Wrens are apparently a very rare site these days, so it is testament to the excellence of Jeana’s wildlife garden.

But for the record.  This is a Sparrer.


And so is this… (Victor Sparrow to be precise)


Scotland’s Best

My good friend Mr Fowler, of Notes From the Bench fame, pointed me in the direction of this interesting poll.

It’s the top ten Scottish Albums of all time.

Before I had a look (So as I wasn’t influenced by the voting) I thought I’d have a bash. Let me know your own thoughts.

In no particular order…

1 Simple Minds Sons and Fascination/Sister feelings Call. Sublime music before they got all new, gold and dreamy on us.

2 David Byrne/Brian Eno My Life in the Bush of Ghosts. Byrne’s Scottish. That’s good enough for me.

3 Belle and Sebastian. Tigermilk. Which goes to prove at debut albums can be their best (I nearly went for Push Barman to open old Wounds. Pretty much their debut (but ten years late)

4 Camera Obscura. Let’s get out of this country. Lovely, Belle and Sebastianesque pop.

5 Aztec Camera. High Land, Hard Rain. Poptastic

6 Primal Scream. Screamadelica. First is best. Again.

7 The Blue Nile. Peace At Last. (Could just as easily have been “A walk across the rooftops.”)

8 Orange Juice. Rip it up and Start Again.

9 The Associates. Fourth Drawer Down (Hard to choose between this and The Affectionate Punch). Nothing really like this before or since.

10 John Martyn. Solid Air. This is soooo good.

11 Isabel Campbell and Mark Lanegan. Ballad of the Broken Seas. Like Byrne/Eno only half Scottish so that allows me an extra mention.

Close but no cigar…

Mogwai. Come on Die Young.

The Proclaimers. Sunshine on Leith

Aberfeldy. Young Forever

Scars. Author Author. I went to school with them and that may have influenced my vote.

Craig Armstrong. The space between us.

Eddie Reader. Sings the Songs of Robert Burns. (Immense and uncool. But immense nonetheless).

Lemon Jelly. First Album

Mylo. Destroy Rock and Roll

Snow Patrol. Eyes open.

Teenage Fanclub. Any of them. They all sound the same.

Vashti Bunyan. Lookaftering

James Yorkston and he Athletes. Moving up Country.

Sorry, couldn’t resist this last one…


David’s in Singapore as I write this. I was going to leave this last classic out but hell I’m really jealous, so I’ve changed my mind.


This final pose is probably his/her finest moment…Coquettish, impish, charming. This is Smudgerina as a pure fox. Note the Melanie-esque (or is it Gilbert O’sullivan-esque) chapeau. The virginal hands on chin, the come and get me…but keep your distance big boy, look is surely the result of considerable mirror practice.



Oh god, if only I was twenty years younger and a mixed up kid I really could fall for Davina in this, his/her most minxy pose.


Welcome home Davina. Oh how we’ve missed you.