A flutter on Friday 15 October

Something old…

And the opportunity to right a wrong.  On 10th October, a tribute concert was held in London to mark 10 years since the death of Kirsty MacColl.  More importantly the concert was about celebrating Kirsty’s birthday, and her life and work, as well as to raise money for the Music Fund for Cuba, the charity Kirsty herself set up.

Everyone will know a Kirsty MacColl song, though they might not recognise it as one of hers.  A fabulous and witty songwriting talent, she was great at capturing the essence of a particular time, either in her life (with the wonderful Titanic Days, the burdz favourite album) or of wider society (think “New England” or “Free World”).   Others tended to achieve greater fame with her songs than she did, such as Tracey Ullman’s big hit “They don’t know”.   In my misguided yoof, I was a bit dismissive of Kirsty’s talents, particularly the ability to craft a perfectly poised pop song while populating it with lyrics that snarled or mourned or frolicked.  Age has mellowed my opinion and I am now a huge fan.  

Depending on the mood you are in, try either of these.  For melancholics in need of a good greet, try this one.  Or to put a smile on your face and a spring in your step, go here

…. something new

Or nearly new, as it has been in recent weeks.  But no more!  This week, I am offering you something just about brand, spanking new.  Someone else got there first but I am happy to repeat it: this might well be the album of the year.   

Be warned, this music probably shouldn’t be shared with the kids or you might find yourself fielding awkward questions.  And anyway, the Sexual Objects, would be wasted on them.

Davy Henderson is one of Scotland’s most innovative artists and another that belongs in the category of nearly but never quite made it.   So let’s attempt to rectify this calumny of justice.   Listen to the tracks on their myspace page, then go buy the album.  Today. 

Something borrowed…

One of the things I’m most proud to have been involved in recently is the establishment of a project that enables families with a disabled child to keep diaries, recording their thoughts and experiences of everyday life.   The good, the bad, the ugly.  Often disability related, but also to show they are families first, who go through the same trials and tribulations as the rest of us. 

There are now eight bloggers, all of them very different, and the posts are coming thick and fast.  All of them are fascinating, some of the writing is superb.  In a society obsessed with celebrity, that promotes the rich and the famous just for being, let’s celebrate ordinary folks extraordinary writing. 

Please visit the blogs at for Scotland’s Disabled Children’s (fSDC) website, dip in but remember to return.  Reading stuff that challenges you and your attitudes is always a very good thing.  Just don’t bring your pity to the party.

…. something blue

The mighty Killie are coming to town and the burd and at least one of the chicklets are looking forward to a “home” game.  Hibs are leaderless and clueless, there couldn’t be a better time to bounce a few goals past them.  But as is often the case, players who have spent the last few weeks resembling backseat passengers might rise to the occasion, or at least the prospect of being dropped by an incoming manager.  It’s always good to visit Easter Road and it will be nice to see the new stand, completed at last.  Just as long as we leave with all the points, I’ll be a happy burd at 5 o’clock.