Made Another…

Not sure it’s any good at all. Dunno…

Art imitates life – some days are fab, some are not. Sometimes you have to swim against the tide to get to where you want to go…

And all that shit.

The Magical Wonders Of The Southside

The southside of Glasgow has a kind of mysticism for me. I’ve lived here in Glasgow not quite 18 months now and I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been to the southside of the city.

Prior to that? Only a couple of times still. I never discounted living just about anywhere in the city’s suburbs. If the house was nice and the area had a certain “vibe”, nothing was overlooked. House-hunting took us out as far south-west as Barrhead, and also to Pollok and over to Mansewood. But those visits were purely for the house-hunting and I didn’t end up taking in too much of the city on that side of the Clyde.

And thanks to Covid, it is how it has stayed. I’ve had no real chance to explore the city over the other side of the river. The 90 bus was as near as it got! And it was a fun albeit long-winded journey.

When I moved here, I was looking forward to getting out and venturing to all kinds of areas of the city but it just hasn’t been able to happen.

All around Shawlands, Langside, Pollokshaws, Cathcart all look lovely. The parks on the southside look AMAZING! A case in point is this. Snuff Mill Bridge which crosses White Cart Water near Cathcart Cemetery and the top end of Linn Park.

📸 by Arthur A

I’m sure Jim used to walk around this area when he was visiting his dad every day. This place looks magical. I would love to ask him if he knows of it and ever walked over the bridge. But he’s just never really around any more. Here, but not here.

I miss him. So much.

I still had so many questions for him. Just wishing for the endless perception of being close to him. Friendship. Kinship. Something that went beyond mere fan and band. I guess it will never be. Certain others most likely paid rest to that.

Never mind.

The southside will still be there for me to explore one day. It can have its own folklore for me. I’ll make it my own magical place, where all this amazing music sprang forth, and this beautiful, mythical creature with the most superb elfin ears you’ve ever seen came from.

There’s an article that Glasgow Live posted about Snuff Mill Bridge – you can read it by clicking HERE

Some Kind Of Wonderful

Something wonderful and unexpected happened over the Easter weekend. It was quite lovely and I was pretty overwhelmed by it to be honest. But, as with the usual kind of thing that happens in my life…the enthusiasm bubbles over and I go a bit… “anorak” on people…

Despite the “anorak” in me though, I asked a really stupid question and probably ruined what was an otherwise potentially wonderful thing.

I dunno.

It just seemed like a really lovely thing. And there was an email exchange with it and now I seem to have lost those emails this morning. Like I accidentally deleted them or something – because they have just DISAPPEARED.

What will be will be, I guess.

No one else would be bothered much – but for me, it was a BIG thing and it made me so happy. Another thing that seemed ssooo intangible but for a fleeting bit of time it appeared tangible, only to disappear.

A ghost. An apparition. A figment of my imagination. Blossom petals in the wind…

Easter Waffle And Giveaway

Let’s talk a load of old balls…

The plus side is, you can win a Priptona print! Just leave a comment on this blog post (you can leave comments at the bottom of the post), or if you’re on Facebook or Instagram, check out my pages there (priptonaweird on IG or look for “Priptona Art” on Facebook) by 4pm GMT, Monday April 5th.

You could win one of these (the choice of print is entirely yours)…