Sloe Gin and The Quaich...

I didn't tell you this story yet, but here goes...

More music...

Sorry.

GJ, Grizz and I took in Mr Joe Bonamassa, Blues Guitar Legend, in Edinburgh in Autumn last year. We stayed in a fine traditional British B & B run by an artistic Edinburgh creative and her Japanese beau businessman. The Bed & Breakfast is named The Quaich, which is Celtic for drinking cup. The house was filled with references to Glasgow artist and architect Charles Rennie Mackintosh and Samurai culture, complete with swords from Scotland and Japan!

By the way, did you ever hear about the famous skean dhu that the Scots wear in their sockies?

Meanwhile, during the daytime and before the gig, I pressed my nose up against the window of Louis Vuitton in Auld Reekie hersel', and licked the glass, a la Francaise (to lick the windows is to go window shopping!)...

Grizz and I also trolled through Harvey Nicks, having the door opened for us like the important folk that we are, bien sur, and we looked at what we could not afford and mainly used the posh bathrooms... Meanwhile, GJ visited a close colleague who'd recently lost his writer/artist/nature-loving father, and drank tea with sympathy.

Grizz and I sauntered steadily through the trendy, 'yoof' stylee shops, beloved of Teens and Sk8ers, who hovered like black, beleathered bats, within the nooks and crannies of Edinburgh's Royal Mile, looking for treasure.

In the evening, we enjoyed relaxed Spanish Tapas in a national chain restaurant in the city, then walked amid the bright lights of the pre-Chrimbo city, to an oak-panelled Art Deco once-upon-a-time cinema to see this child prodigy, now beautiful man, Joe Bonamassa, famed for his Ballad of John Henry and Sloe Gin...

I love another man too. With profuse apologies for his use of the F-word in this vid...

Proceed with caution.

Not for the faint-hearted.

Joe does a version of this song, Sloe Gin.

This might even be the original, performed by Tim Curry.

I adore Tim Curry for his life and his art and his Wild Heart and his humour and his music.

And while, you know, I'm twittering about music, I'm not telling you what's really going on chez Fhina...

Meh! Tant pis!

It's all I can do at the mo' until my dicky tummy settles down again, we know what we're doing at work, or NOT, and I feel more like bold, sassy, Fhina-Fee again.

Enjoy, mes bloggy Tweeter-Bixes!