Life at the end of the road

August 9, 2011

The ‘real mud’ :-(

Filed under: daily doings — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 8:04 am

20:30 and I’m just out of my so this is probably going to be a little disjointed. Not that I’ve actually been in there very long, only two hours in fact but I’m just so friggin tired these days. Anyway, there was not great deal to report about today’s ‘daily doings’ so I’m going to take you back to the ‘Tartan heart’ that is Belladrum.

It’s not like I’ve been idle, far from it, I was up far earlier than one who’d been at a festival all weekend and up till one AM should have been. However, after feeding the pigs I set off for the mainland and my parents house to catch up with them and do a couple of wee jobs. Unusually I took my laptop to try and upload some more video clips to YouTube as my satellite broadband seems not to like them 😦


I did manage to upload that wee clip of one of Texas’s encore numbers ‘Suspicious Minds’ but failed yet again to post ‘The Black Rock Ceilidh Band’, though I’m still working on it 🙂


After a ‘banging’ Friday ‘camp Camilli’ got off to a fine start with some fresh grilled trout from the Brochel loch on Raasay,

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courtesy of my ‘back to back’. This turned out to be the high point of home cooking in the Thompson Glenelg, after that we degenerated into the stuff on the top shelf 😦

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Cuppa soups and pot noodles becoming the cuisine of choice 😦 OK, I’m not proud and I know they’re cr4p but hey, it is a festival 🙂 There is actually plenty of good food available in the arena and I recommend the ( who we always support) and


Johnny Baghdad’s falafel bar. OK he’s probably not called Johnny or even from Baghdad, unless it’s a suburb of Masham in North Yorkshire, but his kebabs and falafels are awesome 🙂

The first visit of the day was the ‘Hothouse stage’ and ‘The Polarsets’

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who were OK but not really my thing.

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Leaving the stage before the three young chaps had finished I went to check out this dude on the combine harvester but couldn’t dance for laughing at his trousers 🙂 I mean what is all that about, is he one of a new generation of guys that suffer from diarrhoea from living off pot noodles 🙂 OK, I know that I’ve probably worn platform shoes, a parka, baggy trousers, loons, monkey boots, Doc Martens and even had long hair in my time but what is all that about 🙂 His tunes may have been awesome but how could you take anyone with trousers like that seriously 🙂

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This threesome from Paisley the Carnivores were next on the list in the ‘Seedlings tent’ and were pretty good. However I left when they started belting out a rather loud and raucous tune of theirs called ‘Scottish Football’. It was probably quite good in a ‘Jonny Rotten’ kind of way but I’m not a fan of ‘the beautiful game’ which here in Scotland seems to be more to do with religious bigotry than  actual players kicking balls. Still, perhaps that was the song was all about and I missed the point, it was certainly full of testosterone 🙂

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   After a wee wander around the children’s area with the boys we went back to the main stage to check out ‘Iain McLauchlin and the Outsiders’ 

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This Inverness rock band who played here last year and at Rockness deserved a far larger crowd than came to see them 🙂

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Next it was back to the caravan for food, well pot noodles 😦 via some of the sights on the caravan site

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Just check out the trailer on the back of that old ‘split screen’ Vee Dub hippie bus 🙂

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Suitably refreshed we all, and I mean ALL for everyone seemed to be there, went down to the main stage to bounce along to the blistering ‘Galloway pipe rock’ that is the Dangleberries

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just look at that crowd 🙂 There are not many ‘pipe bands’ that can generate this kind of enthusiasm, OK the traditionalists and Rabbie Burns may be turning in their graves at their rendition of ‘A mans a man for all that’ but it was awesome at around 120BPM 🙂

A Mans A Man For A That lyrics

Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave--we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that,
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that,
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that,
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that,
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that,
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That man to man, the world o'er,
Shall brithers be for a' that.
Notes for the Sasunnach and other strange folks:
aboon -- above
birkie -- a lively, young, forward fellow
coof -- fool, ninnie
fa' -- have as one's lot
gree -- prize
gowd -- gold
hame -- home
hing -- hang
hoddin -- coarse, woollen cloth
maunna -- must not
(Quoted from: The Complete Illustrated Poems, Songs & Ballads of Robert Burns,
London 1990).
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The rain that was forecast to arrive around 16:00 held off and we had a good mill about the stalls and tents till it was time to go and see ‘Three Daft Monkeys’ in the ‘Hothouse’.

Feeling pretty knackered by now we made the fatal mistake of returning to the caravan prior to the headline acts of Deacon Blue and the band that I really wanted to see Robin Winkler of Grousebeater is a blog follower and I’d been looking forward to them all weekend. I even wanted to go and check out ‘Echo and the Bunnymen’ for a fourth time just to see how bad they were but it didn’t happen. We made up the bed ready for our return and fell asleep 😦

I did wake up in time at 22:00  but by then it was pishing with rain and seemed like far too much of an effort 😦  By all accounts Deacon Blue were amazing and yes, Echo and the Bunnymen were rubbish. I dunno what Grousebeater were like but the fireworks before they came on were spectacular, at least they were through the rain streaked caravan window.

Sure enough on Sunday morning we awoke to a river running under the old Thompson, mud everywhere and the sound of large tractors removing campervans 😦

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The event staff were pure heroes pushing and pulling people out of the swamp covered in mud and obviously soaked to the skin.

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We bundled all the soaked bedding, tents and bodies aboard, hitched up, locked all the diffs and barely spun a wheel on the way out 🙂



  1. Paul.
    You surprise me on your comment about vomit pants shoes, did you not forget your feminine side to us males. Glad you had a good time, sorry your back to the grind stone, but think of next years festivals.

    Comment by polite Scouser — August 9, 2011 @ 9:49 am

    • I remembered my ‘feminine side’ by painting my nails electric blue, but I’d not be seen dead in trousers like that 🙂

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 9, 2011 @ 8:18 pm

  2. Yeh Yeh Yeh!!! He He! ‘ I think i’ve probably worn a parka’ It’s only a few years since I saw you on the high street of Portree wearing a very fetching (to your feminine side he he ) beige number. Actually my memory is imprinted with more of a pink colour but I wouldn’t want to embarrass you on ‘the airwaves’. Glad you had a good festival. What shade were the toenails before they got covered in mud? Keep on keeping us entertained.

    Comment by Carole & Finnie — August 9, 2011 @ 9:58 am

    • Glittery blue nails this year Carole, and if that very expensive beige parka did have any hint of pink about it, it was due to my wife’s washing ability and not through choice 🙂

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 9, 2011 @ 8:21 pm

  3. The pic inside the caravan took me back to our Sprite Alpine (and then after we’d gone up in the world, Sprite Major) at the Big Sand Holiday Centre at Gairloch in the 70s when I was a kid. These glass lampshades – ALWAYS getting broken in the course of taking them off to replace the mantle!

    Comment by Neil King — August 9, 2011 @ 11:30 am

    • Hi Neil, yes it brought back similar memories to my wife when we got it, though it was the Ayrshire countryside for her an not Gairloch 🙂

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 9, 2011 @ 8:23 pm

  4. Paul I came across your blog by chance and have become hooked on it. Coming from Fife i admire your way of life (although Im sure it will be very hard at times) and the scenery is outstanding. In Fife we have the annual mudbath known as T in the Park and aroud 70,000 seem to enjoy it. Your festival seems a more civilsed event but clearly as enjoyable. I look forward to future postings.

    Comment by Williefife — August 10, 2011 @ 3:01 pm

    • Good morning Willie and welcome aboard,

      used to go to T in the park ourselves until it became ‘Nedstock’ aka ‘Hoodies in the park’ 🙂

      Cheers, Paul

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 11, 2011 @ 5:10 am

  5. Those were the days, great stuff

    Comment by Gary Smith — August 10, 2011 @ 6:28 pm

  6. Sorry to hear about the tiredness, Paul. Lets hope it aint Lymes. When will you know for sure?

    Comment by Lloyd — August 10, 2011 @ 8:26 pm

    • Morning Lloyd,

      I was kind of hoping it was, then at least they’ve found something and it is treatable, should know in a week or so. Just pulled three more ticks off my tender bits in the bath last night 😦

      Cheers, Paul

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 11, 2011 @ 5:15 am

  7. Hi Paul

    Wonder if you’re anaemic? Mind you, just looking at the pictures of all these music loving folk makes me tired. I don’t know how you do it.

    May be leaving Spain early September – have still to book the channel crossing. Something wrong with the car today so will have to get that fixed before we venture on the road.


    Comment by Jan — August 11, 2011 @ 7:36 pm

    • Hi Jan,

      hope you get your car fixed and make it this far north. I did think about being anemic but apparently I’m not.

      Cheers, Paul

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 12, 2011 @ 9:35 pm

  8. Hi paul, the wee troots looked braw, and the boy with the “doon roond the erse troosers” that all stemmed from america, its jail culture because normally when someone got the jail the troosers never fitted so the gangs adopted that as a trademark on the ootside to show that they had been inside :)sorry to be such an anorak

    Comment by jimmy mcmillan — August 13, 2011 @ 2:26 pm

    • Not an ‘anorak’ at all Jimmy, I may have a memory like a hen but that is just the kind of completely useless information that I’ll take with me to the grave 🙂

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 15, 2011 @ 10:11 pm

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