gaylic night

a very multifarious day.

study and chores done I caught up with E over Skype - my second ever video call. Weirdness abates and the natter flows. She's calling from the cosy comfort of her new bedroom in her farm house in Brittany which I've seen them build over many years.

Then met good friends H and Sheen Machine fresh from their Gaelic singing class to go to Bothan at the Canongait bar. This type of Bothan, not the star wars kind, but there were a few folk there that confused that distinction.

Shamefully all I know of this beautiful language is what I can recall watching the creepy guy on dotaman. (he's probably actually very nice it's just that I only watched this Gaelic kids TV show when I was off ill from school and usually delirious with fever. His hats scared me witless like a voodoo doll)

There were some heart melting tunes; some needed explanation, many not. There were beautiful singers, harpists, pipers and these two flutists. The bar was so mobbed we ended up sitting at the floor, so not the greatest angle to take this. Was really touched how they kept time by holding each other's eye-line, like there's a very precious but fragile cargo being passed between them. Aside the stunning performances, it was just nice on a freezing night to have a warm sing song in a pub.

After that a total change of scene - my mate S's fabulous, hawt and sweaty Gay disco night at the wee red bar, Hot Mess. Was really a toss up (sorry!) between this calm pic and lots of heaving sweaty dancers. Will need to get a blip of it one day, but always too busy dancing like a loon, catching up with / meeting lovely people and making an idiot of myself in (later) indeterminable ways... If you have never been it's a must. Might well be the friendliest club in Scotland and tunes that make square straight white cripples like me boogaloo.