In Every Dreamhome

An afternoon of hard graft round the harbour - we have to clear the mooring buoys out of the west harbour. As the work party was scheduled too early for the tides, we ended up lifting each sinker twice. Honestly it’s like serving as a private in the trenches. Literally, aye.
And what about all this kerfuffle about anti-semitism is the Labour Party? As some of my prominent learned friends have also found fault with the IHRA definition, to the point where Liberty’s AGM adopted a resolution urging bodies not to adopt it, you’d think a clear debate could ensue. Ho hum! If anything though it shows up Corbyn’s clay feet and the ineptness of his PR team. Ach well, we don’t like spin. Ahem. 
So… through to Glasgow and Kelvingrove for the amusingly entitled “Summer Nights” (free waterproof ponchos were being handed out) - and who was on tonight’s bill? Bryan Ferry! To think I’d never seen the guy -  none of that (well, not much) of that old crooner stuff - this was heavily Roxy Music (he signalled his intention early on with Ladytron, I ask yer) and it was a storming gig with a great finale. And jees, his young female sax player, Jorja Chalmers, was just so amazingly talented. Oh dear, and so … well … sexy! Unfortunately the SK also decided she was sexier than Mr Ferry. I see trouble ahead..