An absolutely wonderful Scots Adventure .: Loud

Sunday, November 8, 2026

Loud

Saturday night. 'They', or at least a large group of them, had a party in a local barn. It was a lively affair. Bands had been hired and the students were determined to get their monies worth. At one in the morning 'The Font' observes that the noise is loud enough to make the pillows throb. The barn must be at least two, quite possibly three, miles away across open fields. After ten minutes 'The Font' also observes that there is no discernible tune or beat to the music. 'The Fonts' final observation is that the noise inside the barn must be like that standing next to a 777 on its takeoff roll. Teenage hearing truly is a remarkable thing.

Trust Private Eye to have their own take on world affairs. The Kings tour of the Caribbean has not been without 'issues'.

In Starbucks a customer has been promised a cup of milk foam. The barrista is agonizingly slow in delivering it. The customer does his best to hide his impatience.

Subway has closed. There was a time ( in the 80's ? ) when this American chain was everywhere. They had one at the new shopping centre at Toulouse airport but I never saw anyone in this local branch. Perhaps we're past peak sandwich shops ? The location in St Andrews is about to become a Blank Street. This is apparently an American chain of coffee shops. The town has turned into one vast coffee shop. There must be the better part of twenty of them.

More books dropped off at the library. There are, the ap informs me, 186 students already at work. That's pretty good for a Sunday morning. None of the titles being donated were memorable.

Two Remembrance Sunday ceremonies. The University one and the civic one. Both will merge into a semi-chaotic whole. Numbers have been growing in recent years. There was a time when the very idea of war seemed far fetched.