Quite a long meeting with the old honcho there in which we discussed the ways to move towards the final stage of dragging the whole big mess into a coherent whole. Bloody scary biscuits that I don't particularly wish to think about for a day or two just yet.
Anyway, onto something altogether more important. After considering it for a while I have finally taken the plunge and am now in possession of a Balbo beard
. Once again crap telly and the proximity of a razor caused me to start experimenting and get rid of the goatee that I had for a week. Still a bit on the short side but the Trotsky look
is only a couple of weeks away. Huzzah!
Speaking of huzzah, I finally got around to reacquainting myself with an old friend last night. Times was Odin Owns Ye All by Einherjer
was a perennial favourite of mine but in recent months it fell to the back of the queue as other things got in the way. But I finally dug it out again last night and I must say I had forgotten what a belter it was. Superior Viking chanting, vocals that avoid descending into grunts and guitars heavier than Carol Yager makes it an all time classic in my book. Definitely glad I dug the thing out again. Can't beat it.
Well, that'll do me for now. Fair fa ye as nobody says round these parts despite what Nelson McCausland might think.