Archive | March, 2016


26 Mar


Here is a pic of my friend Nancy from Iowa, USA with her dogs at the ruined Urquhart castle beside Loch Ness, Scotland.

Here is where the jiggery pokery comes in. My son took the Loch Ness photo and I photographed Nancy one sunny day in Colorado, USA. Nancy has never been in Scotland. (Shame). I don’t think she has ever seen the sea anywhere, never mind Loch Ness. It’s a nice pic though.

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25 Mar

Laura’s Easter Eggs.

Laura always arrived at the Frontier Daze Pub on Easter Sunday morning. Laura was attractive, energetic and optimistic and with a good supply of hard boiled eggs. She usually chose a table in the corner where she would produce paints and brushes from her ‘goodie bag’.

The painted eggs would slowly grow in number just like the clientele of Sunday morning beer drinkers would grow as most people were enjoying a brief holiday at Easter weekend. Laura would assemble them (the painted eggs, not the customers) in little artistically arranged groups on the bar and tables. This added greatly to the Easter atmosphere in the pub.

My friends were playing pool and I was chatting to Laura, admiring some of her painted eggs, she selected one egg painted with a smiley face design and placed it onto the pool table for fun.

My friend (name withheld) had been talking to the other pool players with his back to us. He turned around with cue in hand and spotted Laura’s egg positioned near one corner of the table. He laughed, lent over the table and potted the egg into the pocket. We all joined in laughing, I guess we had all consumed more than a couple of beers by then. I bent over to rescue Laura’s painted egg when it would re-appear with the other balls but no egg or anything else appeared. Oh dear, trouble ahead. Suddenly, the rest of the pool players remembered they had all arranged to be elsewhere that Easter afternoon. No prize for guessing who got the blame for the painted and potted egg stuck inside the pool table.

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16 Mar


When you spend some time walking down Memory Lane, I bet you rarely come across a pic like this. My daft Grandfather, Harry Mitchell, used to dress as a surgeon and pretend to operate on friends in his back yard, armed with only a kitchen knife.

Daft Harry is no longer with us now. What a pity, he used to be good fun. However, you can still read about him and some of the other worthies in my early life if you follow this link;

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#LISSEN. Bizzy, bizzy.

7 Mar

dfw-aw-fd-cover-thumb LISSEN. Bizzy, bizzy.

Right now I am busy putting finishing touches to Tales from the Frontier Daze Pub. It’s amazing what springs to mind when writing. This is a new venture for me cos it’s a collection of short fictional tales (or are they?) about the adventures and misadventures of Wee Andy arriving from Scotland to Colorado, United States. My book has tales from The Frontier Daze Pub and I tell stories and happenings gained in a very real pub, The Sheabeen Irish Pub in Aurora, Colorado

You can read all about The Stuttering Salesman, the one armed waitress, Finnegan’s Wake and Hangin’ Dan. Plus loads of others.

dfw-aw-med-cover-thumb Just to keep bizzy. I am recording a wee audio selection from My Early Daze. Memoirs of my early days growing up in Scotland. The recording has been requested by a radio station in my hometown in Scotland. We shall see what develops there. You can find out more at;       Also at;

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