Granny Belter!

My sister has just completed her nursing degree. Hooray! 4 years of study and all with a small, but bulky and very powerful, son raised pretty much on her own. That's the reason most people believe her to be my older sister when the contrary is true. Responsibility you see, brings a sense of maturity, apparently.

Anyway, we celebrated with an afternoon lunch and my Gran was there too. We'd eaten the main course and I was hoovering the rest of my pudding when my Gran lets slip that she'd tried to get into the Indian Summer gig we played a couple of Sundays ago in Glasgow's Victoria Park.

My Gran has always stayed near this park and knew there was a bandstand there which she thought we were playing in. She negotiated her way to the entrance and was told that indeed her grandson's band were playing and hadn't he put her on the guest list? Well no, she thought she'd just pop along and besides he'd already put his nephew and sister on the list. Well how much to get in? £33!
My gran got on a bus to go home.

If a story surfaces in a certain Scottish tabloid newspaper regarding a cold-hearted drummer in a minor Glasgow indie band, refusing his 84 year old grandmother entry to his gigs, well at least you'll know all the facts. Won't you?

Lee