I am, quite literally, back in the house. Our September road trip is finally documented — exhaustively so, and now with extra free photographs in most entries — and normality has ruled during the four months since then. Many birthdays, for instance, have come and gone. A chronological subset follows:
Me
Chris
Neil
Devon
Jesus
my Dad
2010
In amongst all this, Coba [...]
The day after the gig we congregated around Charlie’s kitchen table to pig out on pig-derived breakfast products, drink coffee and generally behave like respectable, if hungover, adults. Charlie & Penny’s daughter Annabel is reaching that ‘recognition’ phase where she’ll lock baby-blue eyes with you, look deep into your soul and smile or cry as [...]
Coba Fynn took to the stage of Ivory Black’s at 11 pm last Friday, the penultimate band of no less than eight, and the first not to attempt a Biffy Clyro impersonation. We were older than perhaps 95% of the audience, and, being of an age to legally buy alcohol and having had five hours [...]
I think I must be overcompensating for an ascetic, near-teetotal existence in Glasgow. Over the past couple of weeks I’ve met up with anyone and everyone I could in an effort to break in my drinking habit again.
A couple of Fridays ago, Doug, Keef and I engaged in a mini pub crawl around the city [...]
Last weekend the band played at Waxy’s wedding up in Callander. We were well oiled (not literally) from sundry other gigs[*, **] and rehearsals, but had only a single practice to ensure that we didn’t get a frosty reception at the reception. Unfortunately, that crucial, last-chance-to-buy rehearsal limped home inconclusively under the weight of fatigue [...]
Coba Fynn have really been putting the hammer down of late. We supported The Blims and El Condor Pasa the other week at Barfly at fairly short notice. Doug and I attempted to dash with haste from Edinburgh to Glasgow and were thwarted at square one by the ongoing tram works. I received a helpful [...]
It has been, to be honest, a pretty mundane couple of weeks. I’ve been been inexorably pulled back to work in the office (rather than at home) by a day more each month, and now I’m back up to four days in, one day out. Coupled with this, I’m not convinced I can ride my [...]
Somehow I forgot to go snowboarding this winter, and consequently haven’t had much of a holiday for six months or so. The financial mugging meted out by the process of buying a flat put paid to a big old foreign jaunt and so I suggested that we make a modest start by going up north [...]
We inherited a washing machine from the woman who used to live in the flat. It was so old that the dial had been worn smooth, and the only perceptible markings on it were a green line, a blue line and a red dot. “It used to belong to my Mum,” she told us. “I [...]
Last week kicked off with the annual Coba Fynn & Friends (post) Christmas Night Out at the Celtic Connections Festival Club. We assembled at Khublai Khan’s to gird our loins before heading along to the Central Hotel. This high concept, medium execution restaurant has always puzzled me a little. Call me a sceptic, but I’m [...]