Here is the church with the original windows which, on reflection (too much damned reflection in fact), I deemed inadequate.
|Close up of the original.|
And the latest incarnation with three windows in position.
|Backlit by laptop screen.|
|3 down, 5 to go.|
Currently listening to:
More Optimo, I'm afraid. But these 2 hour long Optimo podcasts from Rinse FM are so full of variety that you can easily listen to them on their own for weeks on end (which, of course, I have been doing).
Last night's dinner:
|An enjoyable disgrace.|
This is heap powerful stuff. Leaves you shaking as you read each page.
1pm on the dot and our second gig as the Samba band (Samba Karamba) took place under the portico of the Gallery of Modern Art in Glasgow.
Considering we are all utterly mediocre and inexperienced with a capital "I", I'm amazed that we had the nerve to have even contemplated such an act of public disorder.
Maybe that's the problem: we didn't contemplate it, we just agreed to do it.
|Gallery of Modern Art.|
The conductor went to the wrong venue.
And it was raining.
So that left a quintet.
I didn't have a scintilla of nervousness and we performed three pieces to the overwhelming indifference of that portion of the populace of Glasgow who happened to be in that part of town at 1pm.
A couple of kids did take films of us on their iPads.
It was actually pretty good. We all really enjoyed it and the Gallery invited us back and treated us like VIPs.