Went by bike and successfully purchased the black paint in a nearby hardware store. The store doesn't stock timber but the proprietor directed me to a larger establishment about a mile further away.
Unfortunately, they didn't sell such short sections of wood - I needed approx 50cm from which to make 8 chimney stacks.
So, back on the bike, but not before investigating a large warehouse that sat upon a hill behind the timber store. Very derelict looking but since it was called "Architectural Salvage", I thought I might find an off cut of old timber that would serve my purposes.
I didn't. But what an Aladdin's Cave inside of items rescued from house clearances and demolitions: radiators, fireplaces, doors, sinks, taps etc etc
Disappointed, I next passed something called a "Wood Recycling Centre". This was situated at the back of another industrial estate. Surely, I'd find the length of wood here.
When I got there, I explained to the chap what I wanted. He directed me to a corner where such pieces were kept and I purchased what I had been looking for - for £0.30.
The chap explained that the philosophy behind the centre was that for every piece of wood they keep, there is somewhere a customer.
|Transported the wood home on the back of the bike.|
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Went by bus to last night's Eels concert in the centre of Glasgow.
As always, I worried that I might be too obviously old to feel comfortable.
I needn't have worried.
In front of me going in was the oldest man I have ever seen. He was being helped to walk up the steps by a young person on either side. He wore a kaftan (I think he had two sticks - not sure) had straggly dreadlocks and was very thin and shaky. The bouncers immediately stepped forwards to help and directed the trio to a lift.
All evening I kept thinking who it was he reminded me of. The best I could come up with was an ancient Bob Marley. This morning it came to me. He looked like Emperor Haile Selassie.
Eels were flawless.
|Outside in Sauchiehall Street afterwards|
Met one of my neighbours at the concert. I think we were both equally surprised to meet another such sensible looking person.
Last night's dinner:
|Boiled potatoes under cheese, peas and chutney|
|Roll mop herring and salad.|
This book is so funny that I sometimes have to stop reading out of exhaustion.
One can never have too many photographs of Haile Selassie