Wallace, and damnit (weather)

Wandered over the the William Wallace memorial in the rain this lunch time, as said I would (plus what with the summer dissappearing into winter I had nowt else to do)

Was actually very interesting - lots of blue and white, poetic tributes and declarations of freedom - Mel Gibson has a lot to answer for (imagine him playing Churchill?) - spent a good ten minutes having a look whilst other office workers and nurses passed by bemused by my interest. Back then of course, this whiter than white Englishman's ancestors resided in a corner of Strathclyde, probably minding there own business and getting on with life inanely...

Back in the present, last night this was a very nice place to go for a drink by Tower Bridge (also an excellent sausage baguette) before moving eastwards to here* to pay homage to a friend's DJ-ing abilities - the question once again about my own former disc spinning sideproject came up - really should invest some time into that now everything else is seemingly settled...

And finally, have collected stories of no more than three other boliers that are suffering from low water pressure in the Sham area - coincidence? Or conspiracy....?


*Four Nathan Barley's out of Five - be warned...