The Age of Desperation

With abject apologies to, but much admiration of, Neil Innes*.  So much so that we had yet more terpsichorean capers in the heaving metropolis of Kirkwall.  Post dance it was a meal in the Archive, then a meeting with Davie about the big trim up of the Hay Kirk.  Went to see my Mum but she was sadly transmitting from another planet.  The stove is glowing.

*And thanks to AJ