Musings from the Merse
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Westward Look The First Tee is clear
The blog is westward bound today- a night in deepest Dumfrieshire, a transit through crap town tomorrow, High Speed Stena -ie 4 knots for thirty minutes from Stranraer, 4 knots for forty minutes in Belfast Lough and just under the hour at a speed swift enough to gently titivate the chilled Chardonnay in Stena Plus.
Norn Iron
Mountains of Mourne.
RCDGC (PBUI)
Bliss
The blog is westward bound today- a night in deepest Dumfrieshire, a transit through crap town tomorrow, High Speed Stena -ie 4 knots for thirty minutes from Stranraer, 4 knots for forty minutes in Belfast Lough and just under the hour at a speed swift enough to gently titivate the chilled Chardonnay in Stena Plus.
Norn Iron
Mountains of Mourne.
RCDGC (PBUI)
Bliss
Labels: BBc Norn Iron, Crap Towns, Stena
Saturday, April 25, 2009
NOT IN A CHINA SHOP
but in a Norn Iron Supermarket. See here
Thankyou Farmer C-I hope it was n't one of yours?
but in a Norn Iron Supermarket. See here
Thankyou Farmer C-I hope it was n't one of yours?
Labels: BBc Norn Iron, Bull in a Super Market
Monday, January 05, 2009
BBC Radio Tweed
At a bloggee's request I have posted the image of the Workingman's Institute in Duns, home of a BBC studio-keys obtainable from the newsagent (in case you want to seize it and announce a change of regime in Berwickshire) The studio is apparently owned by BBC Radio Tweed-programmes seen here which seems to be Radio Scotland masquerading under the Tweed logo as I could not detect a really local, local programme.
"Here is the Tweed News: There isn't any. The headlines once again"
According to the studio log book the previous user to me was in May last year so no wonder the room was bloody freezing, but at least the BBC headphones kept my ears warm and the whole shebang worked very well all the way to Belfast, Norn Iron.
But I was spared the heart stopping moment in an empty cubicle/studio in Belfast when I was about to join the Today Programme; as Sue MacGregor said 'Good Morning Huttonian-or words to that effect the door burst open and a cleaner, with bucket and mop strode in-it was difficult, without alarming the waiting millions, to respond to Ms MacGregor and at the same time to get the cleaner to ,er, go away. 'Are you there?' anxiously asked the presenter.
I could assure her I was. Alone. At last, in a cleaner less, uncleaned environment.
Exiting the cubicle, pontification completed, I fell over the bucket.
Perhaps my gesticulation to the cleaner had been misunderstood. Less courteous then I intended
perhaps?
Labels: BBc Norn Iron, BBC. Broadcasting House. Duns, Sue MacGregor, Today Programme
