Way Out West

Well if anyone is short of blip ideas on Saturday head to Festival Square in Edinburgh at 11am for there shall be flashmobbage. But you'll have to be quick, the dance only lasts a couple of minutes. Oh yes. The dance. We've been practicing Laurel & Hardy's piece from Way Out West in order to take part (meaning I'll not be blipping the actual event - though likely the before and after). What's it for? Well Tilda Swinton asked us...

Practice tonight saved you a blip of the football (our office boardroom became a temporary pub) and a moan about the celebratory nonsense after winning (because let's face it, Germany in the second round is going to need a MUCH bigger performance than we've managed in the three games so far...); or one of the chooks later on in the day.

But since I've deftly avoided a rant about football (either the 'ABE' culture of this country; or the overpaid arrogance of the players; or the orange glow of Gary Lineker) I offer you only this as a simple pleasure. Rediscovering old pleasures (today's being keeping your fear the right side of adrenaline on the mountain bike and nailing the line; and, well, dancing).

p.s. got spotted by Just Sitting on the ride home...