Lately we’ve been busy entertaining, the fitba finished for the season and we’ve seen a very young foul, a fox and a couple of snakes.

Segour le Chateau

First my Aunt visited from Edinburgh and we had a very good few days pottering around locally.  Collecting her at Limoges airport we went to nearby Oradour sur Glane for lunch – me having a Gratin so we could see exactly what it was!  Then visited the old bit of the village where the SS killed 642 people as was featured in one of my earlier updates.  There were many more visitors than when S and I went last year but still haunting.  Then we headed home and Catherine loved oor wee abode.

We had a day pottering around Saint Yrieix then had lunch at the restaurant by the lake where I was able to have cunard and frites, (duck & chips).  Then went on to Nexon to a bricante (sort of jumble sale/market) where we had a look at things after a wee walk around the grounds of the Hotel de Ville chateau.  Stocking up on groceries Catherine was very impressed by the lettuces – she would know having an allotment.  After tea we walked gently down to the wee lake.

Me & C

The next day we went to Junmilac le Grand looking at the Chateau and had a drink watching a group of middle aged motor cyclists line up in front of the impressive building for photographs, clearly on some sort of tour.  We then planned for our financial future by visiting an exhibition about gold mining and panning.  There’s gold in these here hills…  Then onto Segour le Chateau where we wandered about the Plus Beau Village and had lunch (only my 3^rd burger of our trip).

The Sunday we had a quiet day going for a walk, there are a few laps possible depending in how vigorous or guilty about large lunches you feel. Then did some what I’m told young people call chillin on the deck at the hoose.  Mitzy provided some entertainment catching a couple of lizards who needed to be saved!

We had another day in Saint Yrieix on the Monday, where found the large bric-a-brac place which you could furnish a house or six from at not much cost.  Catherine loved lots of things and got a skirt at much less than Stockbridge prices.  Then we went to Intermarche where we met Jan (a star of this!) as I updated the Blog and rather than reply to her latest e-mail we spoke to her!  Lunch that day was at L’Aquarelle, a pizza place.  In the afternoon we joined Fran and Mike who’s Mum was visiting as well as Fran’s cousin who’d popped in.  We had a good old blether sat with them in the sun.  John our neighbour wandered past later on having a chat and Archy (the dog from next door) was a hit with Catherine.

On the Tuesday on the way to the airport we had a drink and walk around Limoges going to St Stephen’s Cathedral and nearby gardens then set off for her flight – escaping a one-way system we’d not experienced before largely by fluke.  There were a couple of days of good weather and the others though cooler didn’t limit out activities – she said she had fun which was good cos we enjoyed having her visit.

The first Eurovision Semi was good.

On the way back from a shopping trip to SYlP we went, on a whim to Saint Julien le Vendomois which we’d seen signs for many times but never visited or even driven through.  We walked around the little village and went to a barn shop, which we’d seen details for elsewhere run by a British couple, selling all kinds of cool things.  The man (Adrian) had spoken to us in French on the way in, on the way out she (Jane) said hello and having established we were Scottish said we could speak English.  I’d apparently fooled Adrian enough with my French for him not to clock us as being Brits!  After only a brief chat Jane offered us a drink, I got a coke and S was presented with a massive glass of Rose.  Gossiping in the sun they mentioned a Scottish couple they’d had dinner with the previous evening, moments later they (Ian & Maureen) appeared.  He is from Authermuchty and the six of us went inside as it started to rain.  Two and a half hours later we returned to the car having had a great time blethering away about living here, house/garden projects and many other topics in between including the ridiculous financial terms that were provided to Fife’s third football team by the Bank of Scotland – something I didn’t bring up!

Next day we wandered around Saint Yrieix and had lunch at the Vice Versa where I had a very lovely pork dish with a mustard sauce.  We visited a couple of art exhibitions – there’s always at least one going on somewhere in SYlP and arranged to get a copy of a poster my Aunt had liked.  This killed time before a hospital appointment the details of which I’ll bore you both with some other time.

As the week wound down we watched the disappointing second Eurovision Semi and gently prepared for our next visitation.  A wee trip into town saw me replace an ornament I’d got S for Xmas that I’d then knocked over damaging.  DOH!  I’d seen that they were still available and went to the Cave de Bacchus to get another.  Francois – who wears 11 for SYlP – was working, it appears to be his shop, and my short visit was prolonged by us chatting, as best I can, about the previous win and last game of the season.

Mitzy meanwhile was under the knife!  She’d had a scrape the vet said was probably with another cat.  We’d put antiseptic cat stuff on a small wound which healed and seemed ok but a lump developed under the skin/fur.  Turns out it was an abscess and she had to have that dealt with. We collected her still under the influence of the anaesthetic and feeling rather sorry for herself poor thing.  Ongoing treatment of her by us was easier to understand as I’d had an abscess myself a few years back.  She seems fine again now, a shaved area and rapidly healing open wound, not hindering her efforts to catch then play with much of Frances lizard population.  The prime suspect for her injury is a large grey and white stray cat that’s appeared here lately.

We watched Eurovision and were pleased the Russian’s didn’t win.  The Swedish effort was decent but in our view not the best.  Due to minimal phone/web signals the usual text/Facebook frenzy wasn’t able to be joined in but we were the French jury for Barry’s Eurovision event in Embra.  Chant sans frontiers!

Fitba bit

Pre-Kick Off

On Sunday John from next door and I went into Saint Yrieix for the fitba which for a change started at three o’clock.  As we headed for the wee stand the player coach said after the usual handshake that we should stay for a drink after the match, a small marquee and bar trailer were positioned by the clubhouse. There was a bigger crowd than normal with most of the regulars and a few new faces.  I declined the opportunity to have a red and blue stripe on my face fearing it would mess with my tan!  Philippe, who I’d seen at the first Limoges game, had been pressed into running the line as the visitors had no subs and no-one other than their coach to take that role.

Penalty makes 3

Eymoutiers B are another side who insist on wearing yellow which is oddly popular out here.  SYlP where not however put off by such sartorial trivialities and early on the big number ten fired a low shot through a ruck of players following a corner to make it one nil.  From then on there was only going to be one winner, Ricardo scored as he does and the busy visitor’s keeper committed an outrageously stupid foul on the SYlP captain for a clear penalty.  The referee – who was excellent – didn’t take any action against the youngster seeing him pick the ball out of the net after Ricardo’s low finish into the bottom corner as punishment enough.  Despite numerous chances it somehow remained only 3:0 at the break.

Coach replaces 7

Continuing to dominate despite having taken their foot off the gas SYlP took a while to get a fourth goal.  Eventually it came when one of the centre half’s bored with the front men squandering chances meandered through the visitors defence finishing with aplomb.  (I must admit that John helped me remember this one as I don’t yet take a pad and pen to SYlP games!)  The home Captain who’d just put a shot just wide was played in again took a couple of touches to improve the angle and fired a great shot past the now despairing keeper into the top corner from about 22 yards.  The final goal came when a sub Centre Back had a run up the wing sending a very inviting cross to the back post where the number 7 had the simple task of heading home.  A 6:0 end of season win did not flatter Saint Yrieix and the visitors probably thought themselves rather lucky.

Another scorer!

After the home dressing room was loud, soon celebrations and champagne spilled out as girlfriends and friends avoided sprays from bottles.  Philippe confirmed to John and I that the result had sealed promotion to Division 3.  I had known that going into the game they were tied on points with Sussac but wasn’t aware what second could mean.  The players from both sides and the ref soon joined the fans who had for some reason congregated in front of the bar!  The coach came over and thanked me for going not just home games but also a couple of away games.  I explained, as best I could that’s what I did watching Raith Rovers, I was wearing my Rovers top.  We spoke to Francois and Phillipe who both said that the club need to recruit to do well next year – John and I wondered where new players would get a game as the current side are good and many of them young.  Francois is according to Philipe 36 but he clearly won’t be calling it a day for a while such is his enthusiasm, pace and ability.  I also spoke to my former supporter colleague, the goalkeeper, pointing out that at my first game we’d watched from the stand and in this one I’d watched from the stand as he’d watched from the goals having nothing to do!

John and I wandered off as the locals looked at the gathering clouds which had broken to let the sun shine on the match.  I’d assured Philippe to his amusement that the weather was still good for me!

Monday’s paper indicated that Sussac had lost 3:2 to Occitane, the League winners, which left them 3 points behind SYlP.

The final classement is here – http://www.fff.fr/la-vie-des-clubs/4628/page-classement/competition-303159/phase-1/groupe-5

It looks like SYlP will be in the same Poule as Coussac Bonneval who are just down the road so they’ll have a derby next season which John and I are already looking forward to.  However knowing my luck that’ll be the first match after we return to sunny jockoland.                                                                                               Triumphant end to fitba bits, until Aout!

Having a laugh

On Monday we drove north to get Maureen and Keiran.  S was briefly at school with Maureen and despite them only being in same city for a short time they’ve been pals for longer than I feel safe to say…  They now live in Norfolk with their two girls who were deposited at gran parents en-route.  We drove into Limoges with them and had a wander around the city centre.  It being a holiday one of them was no doubt pleased that the bank balance wasn’t at risk due to almost all the shops being closed, (I won’t say who he was).  We had drinks in the Place de la Republic and then using our increasing knowledge of the city found somewhere for lunch.  They’d been up early so after we got back to the wee hoose we had cakes and then showed them the lake as they marvelled at the views and hills – did I say they live in Norfolk?

On Tuesday we set off in search of Chateaux and went via Coussac Bonneval so they could see their first.  Going thru STlP we went down the D704 in bright sunshine and had a coffee in Hautefort, chateau number two.

We stopped for lunch at Montignac (near the recreated caves).  Despite the riverside restaurant providing a good view of wild ducks on the river three of us had other ducks for lunch.  All were very happy with lunch – not that the wine was a factor in that – we set off for Chateaux Losse further along the river, passing chateau number three as we went.  Arriving in time for a tour we watched and learned about the impressive place from a young woman who – wait for it – was prepared to step over the velvet ropes that prevented access to rooms as she spoke about them.  You don’t get that at home very often.  The tour ended on the terrace/battlements overlooking the river and we saw canoers going past who we’d seen setting off down river as we had lunch.  Our upstream journey was less hard work than theirs no-doubt after a relaxing stroll around the gardens and some fortifying cake.  The little tea-room was monitored by a friendly cat who happily settled on my lap before I had time to stop him, not that I’d have tried.  We drove gently back stopping for provisions and ate a light meal on the terrace in the evening sun.

Chateau Losse

Wednesday we didn’t stray too far and went into SYlP where we pottered around the shops again.  I fear Francois will think I’m stalking him but M & K bought some things in his shop so he’ll probably not complain.  We then had lunch in the sunshine at La Bonne Cave.  Maureen had very much enjoyed her lunch the day before but it was eclipsed by a dish she ordered knowing only it was fish.  It turned out to be topped with a cheesy puff pastry over a gorgeous ensemble of fish, vegetables and scallop.  She raved with justification about said knowing better than to not let me try a mouthful.  We were all more than happy with our nosh when we continued our wanderings, all a little redder/browner after the time sat in the sun.  Returning to the house via a supermarket much cheese was purchased for our tea again outside on the deck.  After which we played petanque which Keiran was best at but he does despite his relative youth bowl…

Chillin

On Thursday when they were packed we drove northwest to Saint Junien and had a wander around the town.  Maureen had adjusted to the one hour time difference and at five to twelve was peckish.  We went to a hotel restaurant and Keiran had the beef while Maureen and I went for the duck.  It was with a green pepper sauce and a bit overdone which was rather disappointing, the others however enjoyed theirs.  Heading for the airport we had a coffee and laugh while waiting for them to be called for the flight.  We’d all had a great few days and it must have been odd for them being jealous of the length of someone else’s holiday because they are both teachers.  They were second and third through security however it turned out their plane hadn’t even departed Stanstead at that time and annoyingly much delayed they didn’t get home until 0100.

Hosts with mosts

All three visitors seemed to enjoy their visits and liked our wee hoose.  Worryingly Archie the dog was twice at risk from being dog-napped!  They are all probably bored being driven around by me pointing out good or great looking houses mainly cos there are SO MANY!

Archie!

At least one of the pair of you will be wondering about the snakes.  We saw our first that was a victim of a car on the road and with M & K avoided a live one crossing the road ahead of us.  These encounters are close enough thank you very much but we’ll of course update of any other serpentry.

Until next time which will be I warn you lacking in tales of visitors, Eurovision and fitba.  If there is sufficient demand there could be more Archie pictures…

Geishas!

We’d had a diagnosis that the Fiesta needed 3.108e worth of parts to make it better…  So having spent almost that on the car 60,000 miles ago, we decided that a new one was very necessary.  We’d limited our trips lately due to the problems with it and not fancying being stranded at a rue side somewhere.

Action was required especially as we have a few visitors coming soon.  Getting a new car was likely on our return anyway and our over saving before we came added to our under spending here (so far!) has meant getting a new car was a more a logistical challenge than a financial problem.  We looked at the options, I quite fancied a nice looking Mercedes Coupe that was for sale in town for 9.900e but someone didn’t think it was a good idea and it was a bit pricey…  Having a French car in the UK is complex requiring it to be re-registering and making sure the speedo had miles on it etc., so the best tactic was to get one in the UK.

After a few days of being mainly not called back by a large car group, (who may or may not rhyme with Tevans Callshaw), who’s processes were less than helpful for our position we tried again.  Waiting for phone calls at the end of the drive in the sun wasn’t an all bad thing but a bit boring for us if not for next doors enthusiastic dog Archie…  Redoubling our search and making just one call later we had secured first dibs on a 57 plate Citroen C4 in a much better deal from a place High Wycombe.  Thus we left another message to cancel our dealings with the place in Hemel Hempstead.  The two word place names beginning with H thing was pure fluke.

On Wednesday (22^nd) we set off early hoping that the trusty old Fiesta LX would get us to Limoges ok and then on the 500k’s plus to the coast.  We’d booked a Chunnel trip on Thursday morning and were expected in HW that lunchtime, hopefully.  Our latest trip to Limoges had been in part to test the wee car on dual carriageways and it passed.  We headed north hoping to get as far as possible avoiding Paris where the traffic, even on the Peripheral motorway would test any automatic gearbox.  The main issue being from 1^st to 2^nd and sometimes dropping gears completely instead of going to 3^rd!  Not the best situation for nose to tail stuff amongst Parisian commuters…

We got as far as Limoges listening intently to every noise from the engine and watching each gear change with trepidation.  Onto Orleans things went ok, so far so good we daren’t say, watching the K’s go by.  Setting off north westwards towards Chartres where we saw the Cathedral.  Then we continued heading up country for Beauvais again hitting the main road north.  Beauvais is called (Paris) by Ryan Air, it isn’t!

Eventually we caught sight of the seas – for the first time in ages – at Boulogne Sur Mer which it is.  Having en route spotted TGV’s, a house on a roundabout, a lion, a low flying military transport plane that we could have flagged down it need be and various new bits of France all without mechanical hitches/glitches/screw ups.

We at last reached Calais to much sighing of relief.  Full of glee we tried to find the Chunnel entrance and doing so feared we were beyond a point of no return 11 hours early!  A rapid lane change or four later we escaped via a small but not obvious exit road.  Checking into a Holiday Inn we paused long enough to establish that it had a bath in the en suite much to S’s joy.  We then went and ate at the large but rather nice food bit of a Mall type place and went to bed, after one of us had enjoyed a bath…

Next morning wanting to maintain our good luck we retraced our steps to the Chunnel and as we hoped were able to get an earlier crossing.  The novelty of being on a train, in a car, under the sea and probably beneath a boat or two is yet to wear off.  Phone signals down there are remarkably good – aren’t humans clever.

Arriving in Englandshire we paused at a motorway services and had a slightly over priced fried breakfast which we’d both missed a little – S being reminded how few people can cook a veggie sausage properly.  Then on to High Wycombe on roads that compared to the French ones are utter, utter p!sh.  Some in Scotland make claims that the infrastructure in the South East is much better than elsewhere in the UK cos of some nasty-London-bias myth.  The truth is far from that.  The M25, M26, M20 and M40 all make the Edinburgh bypass look luxurious, the road surfaces are in places dreadful and for us constantly worrying about noises or bumps from the wee car it was a disturbing run around the capital.  The folly of turning the M25’s cracked, patched and bumpy hard shoulder into another lane on the cheap is far, far beyond polite description…

Anyhoo we arrived and my seven plus hours spent nervously behind the wheel the day before had caught up with me.  The new car was fine, S did the test drive around High Wycombe (which has hills) and all the paperwork was completed.  We got a token amount for the Fiesta which was no surprise or issue but it had done its last 570 miles with us without any problems and served us well over all.  It can no doubt find its own way to Starks Park and Pilton tho if it does it’ll confuse whoever it ends up with!

Setting off we discovered an Andrew Lloyd Webber CD gift in the stereo – which could have been worse and better.  Fran our host had asked if we could swing by friends of theirs in Kent to collect a few valuables they’d been keeping for them.  Arriving we loaded the car and after a bit of too-ing and fro-ing we got most of the different sized and shaped items aboard with only some popping of bubble wrap.  All in a curious and probably comedic way for any watching locals in Faversham.  The process included me saying appropriately for the first time “Can someone grab the Spanish dancer”, it’s the sort of thing I’d say inappropriately all the time if I got the chance.  Having been offered the option to stay with Fran’s pals on our northward trip in September we toddled off towards Ashford and found our hotel.  The only incident of driving on the wrong side of the road occurred during this part of our travels – I won’t say which of us did it to spare her embarrassment.

The pub across the car park from the Hotel was having a curry night and we partook, another of the actually rather short list of things we miss.  My Korma was most un-Korma like but nice all the same, S’s was very good.

Next morning, being Friday, we were unable to get on an earlier Chunnel and had to spend a couple of hours in the shopping place which wasn’t half as good as Calais’ version.  We’d already stocked up on various items for the trip south, marmalade and peanut butter for Fran and Mike and among other things Shreddies for us!  (I will shamelessly accept the largess of the hoard of Granny’s who apparently knit them for a bit of PR – tho Nestle have in the past been baby milk formula pushing profiteering gits {I think I may have blown my chances there…})

Arriving in France again at two we had no hope – even on the better roads – of getting home that day we instead headed for Rouen.  We changed drivers at Services in the Somme which is an area to French people rather than a slaughter/battle for us Brits.  The new car is rather good, has 200cc’s more engine, two more doors, many torques, possibly a graphics equaliser and things but rather than get all Top Gear/UKIP I’ll leave it there.  Taking over we were photographed within 2K’s of my first proper turn behind the wheel.  A radar speed camera thing flashed at us, after never being done before we now await the result…  Hopefully they got my good side.

We arrived in Rouen without our usual level of research prior to a visit.  Normally we have hotels booked and its location and the centre ville well and truly Street-viewed.  Stopping we looked at options on S’s phone spotting a nearby Ibis with parking, result.  Heading for it in a one way system we found it but not the parking so having done a lap of the block went into a large, well lit and laid out underground car park which even had music playing in it.  There was a sign for a hotel by a lift and as we got to our room S realised it wasn’t the Ibis but another Hotel not that we were bothered.

Rouen’s Clock & Catherdal

Rouen is known for a few things including Joan of Arc’s BBQ and Monet’s paintings of its Cathedral in the old town.  It was a port city on the Seine which is pretty large by the time it gets there.  We went and had a look at the Cathedral where some Armenians were gathering to remember the killing of their people – humans are not always clever…  The old town is rather pretty, has a large golden clock and oddly two wandering geishas which thankfully the Welsh rugby players on a stag do didn’t spot…

Scanning menus outside restaurants for a veggie option we spotted something S could have and realised inside it was rather a nice place – Restaurant Rouennais.  Being a bit nearer the sea I went for a fish (turbot) dish after a duck pate starter.  Only after ordering did I discover the place prided itself on its duck dishes.  What-a-mistake-a-to-make-a!  S enjoyed her food and mine was superb, possibly the best meal I’ve had since October and that’s saying something as I’ve not been doing too bad.

Tiredness obviously affected the camera…

We slept well and breakfasted early then hit the road again.  As we were west of Paris we dog legged to Le Mans then onto Tours on our tour stopping there for lunch.  Arriving home we had enjoyed our southward trip much more than the less relaxed northward one.  Putting aside the Brits at a Toll who having failed to shove a 20e note into the slot of a card only machine then asked us to reverse into oncoming traffic as they tried to get their empty heads around how to pay…  Bloody tourists!

Fitba bit

Our neighbour – John – the owner of Archie the Border Terrior is retired but was a keen amateur footballer, cricketer and referee for many a year.  He’d mentioned when we chatted that he was interested in going to the next SYlP game.  As we got back on Saturday back of five I wandered around to say we could go along that evening making clear we no longer needed to take his car to avoid any problems!

John and I saw SYlP concede a very good goal from one of the Vignal Bastide wide men who hit the top corner from outside the box.  My former supporter colleague in goal was powerless to stop it as would have been almost any other keeper.  The game was good, the referee and two linesmen (for a change) kept it lively when they didn’t send off a visitor for taking down Ricardo the quick home striker who was about to run in on goal.  It was a clear red card offense but the referee bottled sending the guy off, giving just a yellow card.

The SYlP coach came on at half time and within two minutes curled a lovely free kick around the wall into the back of the net to equalise.  As time ticked on the third vital goal was not as high quality, a corner knocked home in a crowded six yard box by the coach who ran to half way in celebration (he’s not normally as keen to run far!)

SYlP won 2:1 and remain 2^nd in the League with only three games left.  John enjoyed the match despite me pointing out it was one of the better ones I’ve seen.  His only previous game had been seeing a poor Coussac Bonneval side who failed to impress him.  John also said my French was good as I chatted feebly with Jose and occasionally shouted at the officials – not that I think it’s that good…                                                                                                                End of Fitba bit

Chilling!

Obviously we needed a few days to recover from our trip and took it easy for a while having a quiet week catching up on things.  I got a haircut and we pottered about a bit locally visiting another art exhibition in town – there are lots of these sort of things over here.  The kettle re-boiled three times at one point but it wasn’t some form of poltergeist or demonic possession but a thunderstorm nearby knocking the power on and off.   Mitzy didn’t enjoy its arrival, by that I mean the storm not S’s cup of tea.  Have I said someone wanted to move from their Council house cos thy said they had a poltergeist?  That’s a true story and led to a very short interview, before you both ask they didn’t get a move…

Riverside lunch

Last week we went to Lascaux II.  What’s that I hear you cry?  Does it have the girl in it from, oh, you know…  Was Bruce Willis in the first one?

Don’t worry I’ll explain.  At Lascaux, in the Dordogne back in the 1940’s four lads happened across some previously undiscovered caves when their dog fell down a hole under a fallen tree.  If they’d had a cat I’d have had nothing to say here.  Anyway the caves were very old and the cave paintings a relatively youthful 17,000 years old.  (Any old style religious types who think the world is only 6,000 years old or who don’t like false prophets won’t like this bit.  [It’ll serve them right it if it annoys them, they should go away and Google the word “Science”.  They may learn something]).

Where was I?  Oh yes, we went to an exact copy of much of the caves – hence Lascaux II.  Visitors had damaged the real thing by breathing and as a result of them not wiping their feet, so the original one had to be shut or lost forever.  In a rather clever bit of thinking it was decided to make an exact copy that human contact couldn’t break/destroy – it reminds me of a Simpson’s episode when Homer ends up in charge of Springfield’s refuse collection but if you don’t know the episode you’ll be off Googling “Why do folk think the world is 6,000 years old”.

The meticulously copied cave including 95% of the art done using the same methods and techniques is actually very impressive and well worth a visit.  The original was obviously much better than most could manage even now without having to do it by the light of deer fat candles halfway up a rickety wooden scaffold.

We’d already had lunch in the sun at the riverside in Montignac where the weekly market was winding down as we arrived.  It was a little busy with tourist type people, something which I think will only increase.  I ducked duck having a very nice omelette made all the more fun by the rarity of the lardons within it!

En route we’d visited the properly impressive Chateau Hautefort.  It was restored in the early 1960’s then had a rather vigorous fire in 1968 which was not what was planned and had to be done again.  The gardens and views however were unaffected and quite something as is the building itself.

Hautfort

We also popped around – with their knowledge – to see Jan and Keith.  Thankfully they helped us dispose of some lovely items from a patisserie as we had a good blether about what’s been happening at La Ribiere du Nord and we updated them on our travails and travels.

It is clear that most Brits out here are more than happy to discover that this pair of Scots aren’t nationalists – which is good cos I couldn’t defend the SNP’s plans (such that they are) if I tried.  Silly old me I remain fixated on facts, evidence and the realities of the world.

There have unsurprisingly been some political conversations of late and most are surprised and horrified in equal measure that £6.5 million of Euromillions winnings is being used to buy elections in Jockoland, £1+ per voter.  Having spent years on a Scottish party’s Executive and also on its Finance & Administration committee I know just how massive the impact that sort of cash would be on ANY party…

Who needs policies, plans and to answer questions about your crappy record in Government when you can have people shout down your opponents with fancy placards and whizz about in a shiny new helicopter?  It’s a very sad state of affairs.

It’s not easy for me to say this but I’d rather the £166 million pounds had gone to Dunfermline Athletic fans than someone so willing to devalue the democratic process.  If I suddenly had oodles of cash I’d put money into Raith Rovers, of course, but the bulk of any donations would be for cancer research and the provision of basics like food, water and education not for a moment thinking about lines on maps or flags.

The past weekend saw me go to two fitba matches and there’s another trip planned as we remain liberated by the knowledge we’ll get there and back without problems.

More about these escapades next time and updates on how the speed camera thing develops…  Develops… Boom, Boom!