and so on.

Circle of Farmers min, what a terrible way to go. Gasping for air, all of it gone, and the cold man, so cold, freezing.

My brief notes of the situation. Hard to type whilst hiding behind a curtain like.

I’ll probably use this for something. Maybe that’s how the final scene in The Ballad of Borkin Gliss will go.

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Tod Hill. Devil’s Den. Lost in Map-Land

I was lost in maps tonight.

The National archives of Scotland have a really cool map tool. You jist fire in the area you are interested in and you can bring up various maps through time. I was idly flicking through the old maps fascinated by the sheer amount of water power around here. I also discovered that the strange troll bridge up by the little park actually went over a canal which came all the way into Aberdeen following the railway. Well the railway replaced the canal. Strange stuff you learn. Anyhow i discovered the name of the hill me Isla and the dog are so fond of. Tod hill. And around it i think where were walking about it today is devils den. I suppose I would have gleaned this all a lot quicker if id used the OS maps instead of google maps. Och well. Fun stuff. Screenshot from 2018-01-14 01-33-41

See? I found a couple of old maps like this. I’m fucked if I can work out where exactly that Devil’s Den bit is though. As far as I’m concerned its a deep hole with some sort of burn running through it, but that’s just what I associate the word with.

“Far you going min?”

Awa for a saunter up the den. Obviously.


I’ve no idea. No clues on these old maps. Bleachfield house? No idea……

I was very surprised our shit oven didn’t make them explode or some other type of disaster. Also, I burnt my dainty little fingers a few times. Bonny though.

Also: baked me pinted glasses, decided to try one out- one of the shit ones I’m holding onto for personal use. Seemed pretty cool. It survived the wash as well. Quite chuffed- although the outliner paint is really fiddly to work with. 20180112_180849.jpg

S A L O M O N : well bangin’.

Pretty chuffed with these booty shoe type things. SALOMON min. Zips, snappers and Laces. Fucking CRAZY shit. They are dead comfy when you get used to them, and sometimes I zip them up, sometimes I leave them un-zipped. Great grip and actually waterproof. Really guid for skittering about with dog and kids yeah.

Shit blurry photo of the top of the teeny Tod hill.

Atop TOD hill. Totally neat little hill.


Gathering ideas old and new.

I’m slowly gathering ideas for an audio bundle: scribbling, recording snippets on my phone, and the other day for the first time in ages I fired up the Zoomer contraption and mic’s for some twatting about. Loops min, I’m starting to see the loop pedal as useful rather than a gadget for making long jams. Anyway- I’ve uploaded two roughs onto band camp so far- and will probably add some others as and when-


But something like this-



Note to self:LOOK for the ICEHOUSE

Out with the dog the other day, as per usual. We were down by the power station, well heading back towards it, and I’d never really noticed the mound before. I mean once you clock it, it’s really hard to ignore it. I was going to take a photo to remind me to google it but the dog was being a pain, and I forgot. I found it on the Google street view though. Didn’t really expect it to be on there like, it really disnae go anywhere that road.

I wonder if it’s some ancient burial mound, or a big pile of rubbish or something.

also, I didn’t really find out much about that mound, it’s probably just a natural feature or earth piled up when they were making the nearby power station, or something mundane.

I did ramble across this though, and loads of other stuff about the dark origins of the mysterious metal relics just down by the river…

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Ice house: a small building built into a mound on the bank or terrace of the River Don near Grandholm Works and at an altitude of about 22m OD. It saw only a short period of use, being owned by ‘The County Club’ between 1718 and 1876.

The outer doorway is Gothic in style and behind it there is a short passage-way leading into the circular main chamber which measures 9ft (2.7m) in diameter. The masonry of the walls is solid and neat, and the concave roof is mainly of brick. The original doors are missing and there is no sign of the summerhouse that is recorded as having surmounted the building.

(Periodical reference cited).

NMRS, MS/712/83.

This building cannot be located from the available map evidence.

Information from RCAHMS (RJCM), 27 July 1999.


Goat Sector.

Craig’s creative energy has fair inspired me.

THIS IS THE OUTPUT: Brilliant stuff: ( He’s bundled it all as a tres swish bandcamp LP bundle)


I was rummaging through all the stuff recorded on the Zoom box and discovered the last time I recorded stuff was ages ago. Last thing I dumped on Bandcamp was circa 2015. I really need to get back into the habit of having an appetite for recording. Done bits and bobs lately, but I’m doodle dip pen mad- made this pish- but that’s about it.  I’ve done a heap of voice recordings, which is great fun, but not really had time for anything else.

So I’m switching some older stuff from soundcloud to bandycamp. both platforms are whack. So currently I’m deep in goat sector. I can see you, you filthy maggots. Disgusting squirming human beasts.


anyhow- there’s stuff going up slowly on bandcamp-

and there’s a drive folder here.

Strange Rumblings RE the Brexit Clusterfuck.

Honestly, I know the internet has become a validation chamber but sometimes, I wonder what people actually think, or indeed want. Very odd stuff today. On the day the Government finally offered a legit choice between shooting yerself in the head or foot- and forgot to add an option of emptying the gun and chucking it up Theresa mays snatch we get this from the extremist Global britain, Brexit means Brexit mob. Really bizzare.

I’ve been diligently comparing two pages on facebook- Leave EU and Scientists for EU, as you would imagine one is rational and deep thinking, the other fairly high on the mentalist scale. But even for that high bar a posting the other day really made me scratch my head.

I’m havering over whether I should just post the screen shots or just describe/transcribe what was said. Essentially it was all about money- which is so fucking vulgar. But, apparently we- BRITAIN land , don’t need to settle and obligations as we leave the EU because Europe owes us a debt for WINNING THE SECOND WORLD WAR AND THE FIRST ONE AS WELL.



Fuck Nose min.