Every Girl Wants You To Be Her Man

This little fella is a Gormley, one of Edinburgh's six. The others are all in water, this boy's drowing in asphalt (and what a word that is eh?) rather than water. Either way, I think he's cold :)

Another lovely day, a jumper, scarf and shades day, doesn't get better than that! Started with an hour of quality dog time with Alf, then a spot of gardening, stuck some mini roses in, something pretty to look at out of the kitchen windae, along with some lavenders that should have been planted months ago as one of them is struggling, sadly. Guilty as charged. God knows how they'll all cope with the cold night we're expecting.

Then a culture attack ... a couple of hours at the Museum of Modern Art. I had intended to go to the City Art Centre but the exhibition I wanted to see had an admission fee and I'm kind of financially embarrassed. It's finished now but I'll live.

I struggled with the Russian Abstract and Constructivism exhibits, think my brain's too small. I'm more of a Photo-Realist man, myself. I don't know much about Art but I know what I like ...



The Tide is High, Blondie, 1980, although it's not the original but I can't remember who that was, sorry.