I bolted down to the car park, or at least walked as rapidly as slick-soled ghillie brogues and kilt-constrained decency permitted. Within ten minutes I’d wound my way up Dunollie Road and out onto the A85 and was mentally high-fiving myself on making such good time; ten minutes after that, I’d pulled over at a [...]
April 15th, 2010
October 19th, 2006
The eve of the wedding arrived,
and with Leyla off in the Stambrook Plaza hotel to prepare, the groom and his compadres did the same. Chris and Brian picked up the kilts and I took the opportunity to have a last-minute bagpipe practice. And then we all got drunk. So it came to pass that on the day of the wedding, [...]