Friday 22/04/05

 

Not as sunny today as earlier in the week. Mrs B is going out for the day to Leverburgh, her first outing in many moons. The bus will take nearly 2 hours to get there. I am going to the afternoon ceilidh at the Royal British Legion building opposite the busstation. It’s part of the Feis nan Coisir, the regional feis. I turn up way too early, and others don’t turn up until after the formal starting time of 1.30 pm. Performers include some creditable (some less so) singers, instrumentalists, including the girlgroup Istibh is Eistibh (seen at the local Mod last month). One gentleman tried to sing Breisleach, but completely fluffed his lines. He compensated by launching into a favourite local song, which the audience joined in. Not me; no Gaelic. The MC (master of ceremonies) had this story about the olden days, when harvest workers would wear a skirt if suffering from diarrhoea. The MC kindly shared the intimation that he’d been going from both ends last night. Yes, that’s everything we’ve ever wanted to know, Tom, cheers man.