Clive Anderson used to be everywhere. He still may be, but I don't watch too much TV these days. However, his BBC Radio 4 programme, Loose Ends, is always worthwhile for the occasional musical gem Clive throws our way. I say occasional advisedly as he usually drags in folk club rejects or World Musicians from some Greek taverna who don't travel too well. Tonight it was Poppy Ackroyd's turn and so I braced myself for an aural thrashing.
However! This was one of those evenings that straight away afterwards had me rummaging about on YouTube.
That little ditty reminded me that elsewhere in our parallel universe we have been busy and that it was time to put pen to paper on here once again. Firstly (is that a word? It should be. It does look odd if you look at it too closely and for too long) Lord Elpus has secured our train home from the TGO Challenge, from Montrose to London, slumming it in Plutocrat Class with the finest wines available to humanity, for a smidgen more than bugger all. He would have made a wonderful travel agent. No. Hold that. He hated customers, and so he would probably have sent them alligator fishing. Still, there wouldn't have been many post-vacation complaints, and he would have trousered their dosh and scarpered!
Thirdly, (I'm doing odd numbers only tonight) Lord E's organisational skills have been working overtime and he has very ably organised (is that one of those split wotsits? My grammar is shite as I went to one of those Comprehensive schools) the 24th Annual PreWalkDaunder. Last year, this dubious honour befell that VeryVeryNiceMan, the RuftyTufty Mr Williams. He's not been the same chap since and has subsequently feigned disinterest in doing the TGO Challenge Ever Ever Again, Amen!
Well, that's what he thinks.
Lord Elpus has very craftily invited David to this year's Daunder and the blighter has accepted. Softly, softly catchee monkey...
Attached to the invitation email were a few gpx files that purport to illustrate our three day stravaig. However, when opened in RouteBuddy (and as the BBC is over-fond of saying, "other mapping software packages are available, but they're rubbish by comparison") they produced a rather startling result, as witnessed below:
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Retirement is obviously playing poorly over at Lord Elpus Hall, as the gentleman, and I use that term in the most relaxed way possible, has now succumbed to sending out willy-doodles in gpx code. I put down this lapse in good taste to the lack of a firm hand from Miss Whiplash, as the poor girl has been bed-ridden, suffering from Proper Manflu for quite some time.
This year's somewhat smaller clutch of Daunderers don't photograph particularly well but after reinstating the stairs and shooting the leopard I found a group picture behind the filing cabinet in the basement of the archive.
In the spirit of Old Mortality here are a few more tracks from Ms Ackroyd:
You can find out more about Poppy Ackroyd here: