Bolognese and badgers

On Friday night there was a desperate search for organic beef. We travelled to three different supermarkets, throughout the wilds of Hamilton, seeking organic produce with which to feed Angela, Steven and Morgan who were due to visit on the Sunday. We went to Asda, Morrisons and then finally, Sainsburys where we managed to find some organic beef mince. Asda were useless with only a few organic beef joints which would have struggled to feed three people, and Morrisons had one lone organic chicken on the shelf. At least Sainsburys had one or two shelves devoted to the cause but with such little food available either we had just went in to the supermarkets at the wrong time of day or the organic food market is just not catching on, no matter how much Jamie Oliver and Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall rabbit on. I did manage to make a cracking spaghetti bolognese with the organic meat for the visitation though which, I was told, was my best ever, so maybe there is something to all this organic carry-on after all. Personally I'm not sure it tasted any different to my usual 'conventional' bolognese, it just cost more to make this time round. Ka made the most expensive soup ever. £1.50 for four carrots?! I'd rather buy the non organic, pesticide riddled, insect protected full bag of ten carrots for 70p thank you very much and risk the possibility of Whittingstall knocking angrily on my front door. But then, that's the problem with the general population at the moment - too concerned about the holes in our wallets than the environment and what effects conventional food production is having on it?
Before the Spaghetti cooking we travelled down to Hawick on Saturday to visit Morven, Sean and Leo and see Morven's brother and his band play at the town's annual 'Party on the Pitch'. 'The Honey Budgers', sorry, 'The Honey Badgers' were excellent, though suffered the type error on the day's playlist and the support of a dreadful Elvis tribute act. Luckily we had our picnic lunch to divert our attention while he warbled. We sat on the green eating rolls, sausage rolls, Morven's vola vons and Sean's Mars Bar cake. After the Badgers, the dance outfit QFX took to the stage and the surrounding Hawick locals seemed to get a little overly excited about the beats blasting out over the Cricket grounds. Personally I thought 'The Badgers' were far more deserving for such a reception but there's just no accounting for taste. Shortly after, Ka and myself took our leave ending the day, after the long drive home, falling asleep on the couch with a bottle of champagne. Not sure what we were celebrating exactly but the bottle had been in the fridge for weeks and so Ka and myself decided that it deserved to be drunk!

Acrobatics

Went down to Hawick on Saturday there to visit Sean, Morven and Leo who treated us to some popcorn and a couple of games on the Wii. The bowling was a close game every time with me only beating Sean by two pins in one game much to his annoyance. The baseball, however, was a very different matter as I obviously cannot play wii baseball to save myself. I was lucky if I was hitting the ball and even if I did the furthest it would get would be approximately thirty feet max. It is good fun though and if my mum forces us to have a wedding list then that will be going on it (only joking...). Quite a tiring drive going to Hawick though, lots of windy roads and sharp bends. It was mostly a great, sunny, day and we were treated to some good views on the way down the A7 and on the way home were treated to a spectacular red tinted sunset, if there had been any lay-bys I could have got some very nice shots but unfortunately the winding A7 lacks any such thing.
Last night Ka and myself were in Glasgow for a very nice meal in the Metropolitan in the Candleriggs area of the city. Overlooking the courtyard below we dined quite happily but just a little disconcerted by the stripping security guard dancing over our heads on two curtains. The waitress informed us on sitting that we were just in time for the show. We had no idea what she was talking about until a uniformed man in a hard hat started climbing a long purple curtain from the ground level below and piece by piece started freeing himself from his clothes. Using two curtains the acrobat swung, spun and flipped just beyond us and our table space on the Metropolitan balcony over the cobbles below. After five minutes my starter arrived and I became a little worried as the acrobat managed to get down to his pants. As good an acrobat as he was, I wasn't sure of watching a man swing about overhead in his tight pants whilst eating my bacon and black pudding salad. However, I breathed a sigh of relief as he slowed his performance to a stop and descended the curtain to the applause of the gathered crowd below. He was good, but not as good as the dinner.