This isn’t my week for public transport. I had to go to Glasgow for a workshop on elearning. Bus to Edinburgh 6.30 OK, train to Glasgow 7.30 OK, well in time for workshop at 9.30. 9.05 train from Glasgow Central to Cathcart – untraceable. Platform staff had no idea where it would be and even less interest; one nodded me through to a train that had just arrived at the right time marked ‘Cathcart’. Fortunately one of the passengers remarked it was going to Girvan! Found the platform at the train was 15-20m late, meaning I was late for the workshop, later even than my colleague who had come up from Peterborough! Getting back to Edinburgh was OK, then the curse of the 43 – the only bus service to Queensferry and one where the timetables have the status of a consoling myth – like a religion with no tangible evidence of a connection to reality, but not a lot of believers. End of grumble.
Very good night at the Full Moon Club. A lot of bands had come from Dundee, bringing some gorgeous dancers. Wish I had fans who danced like that ("Then try playing something you can dance to" – the plain people of Scotland). I particularly enjoyed the Krautrock-like instrumentals of AltRes, but a three-piece called Isis also turned in a spirited and passionate set. Elektra did what was a new song to me, about revenge on a miscreant lover (always a fun theme), which was great. I had fun with theG.co.uk, first time I’ve played as part of a Jam-like gtr/bass/drums trio, and I tried my synth/loop thing. I didn’t think it had gone very well, and I’m sure there was some heckling, but I had a surprising number of people say they enjoyed it, and not all friends of mine! I had to leave before the intriguingly titled Mad Dog McFarlane and The Chloroform Hookers, but even the names gave me some entertainment.