Happy as a pig in sh*t

I spotted this poor chap today in the Grassmarket, Edinburgh. The worst thing about it was the fact that the pig seems to be smiling.

I find its slow disintegration from the back rather worrying too.

Looks bloody tasty, though...

Just say no

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Matt, my ex-student, is now art director of 'Disorder', a music magazine (if you can call that music, I mean...)

Anyway, unbeknownst to me, the mag had recently featured a club night, Neon Nights, organised by a current student of mine up here in Scotland (it's a small world), and Matt, knowing he was coming up to stay with me for the weekend, got us on the guest list to take some pics for the 'street style' section.

So, several years after my last clubbing experience, off we trotted to the Reading Rooms, a weird, rather beautiful building in Dundee's east docks area that has been transformed into a seedy den of iniquity in true authentic style.
There was a large queue of people outside but we sauntered straight to the front and got in without waiting or paying, which made me feel rather special.

Inside I became the designated photographer (as it was my camera) and we pitched up in the corner opposite the bar, trying to attract the strangely-dressed to come and be snapped for the mag.
The evening got really odd. I have a short video from my phone in which I can be heard accepting the offer of a drink from Matt and saying 'last one'. That, if I remember, was around midnight. We got home at about 4.30am...

This is one of my favourite shots of the evening. I have another version without the flash obscuring the letters but as Matt has first usage rights I thought I'd post this one instead. The dress says "Fuck off I don't sell E's" (I'll tell her when I see her that Es is not a possessive and does not require an apostrophe, but I was off duty at the time).

Anyway, it's a charming message and one we should support. Clearly 'just say no' has had its day and no longer works the way it did in Nancy Reagan's day.
Actually there's a thought - this girl may well be Prime Minister one day, so I'll hang on to this pic just in case...

Oh, and yes, we danced like idiots. Hopefully there's no video of that

Drunken weekend

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Last weekend I played host to Matt and Shaun for a calm weekend of, ooh, drinking, pizza, Xbox, bitching, lewd conversation and - ultimately - dreadful hangovers.

Matt and Shaun are graphic design graduates of mine from Brighton (well, I say 'mine', clearly my input was marginal).

Friday night I showed them the Dundee Contemporary Arts centre, though no art was consumed, it has to be said (I mean, they're not students anymore, they don't have to pretend - and nor do I) and over pizza and Stella Artois we watched Tom Baker in The Pirate Planet, a rather strange Doctor Who story from the 70s written by Douglas Adams.

On Saturday I showed them Edinburgh and we completely failed to make it to the Pixar exhibition. We did, however, stand outside the castle (third time I've been there, still not been in, thanks to the extortionate entry fee), go to 'World of Whisky' in the hope of a free tasting (sadly denied) and find a comic shop five minutes before it shut. (Which was quite handy as I found a couple of collections of PvP (my favourite comic strip) but couldn't remember if I had one of them or not (memory like a small metal thing with holes in it) so being kicked out potentially saved me a few quid (oh yes, I'll pay £7 for a comic book but not for entry to one of Scotland's most historic buildings!)

Saturday night, back in Dundee, we drank, ate too much Indian, and staggered back to watch a recording of that night's Doctor Who episode during which Shaun fell asleep and I wondered what makes Russell T Davies fool the world in to thinking he can write drama...

Anyway, a full 'safe for work' pictorial record is available if you are so inclined.

'David Hume could out-consume...'

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Growing up a Monty Python fan I learnt more about philosophy and the great philosophers than you could ever wish to know (if you're not a Python fan the title of this post will mean nothing).

Anyway, this is David Hume's old house in a little close off the Royal Mile in Edinburgh. (Actually, his house could have been the less picturesque one on the other side, but I doubt it).

I read Hume as part of my degree - a very interesting and readable man, still highly relevant today.

That person there completely failing to be impressed is Shaun, an ex-student of mine up for the weekend.