Superhero

I was having this conversation the ither day wi' my wee pal, Harry, sayin' just how much he needed to build himself up to take over the mantle of "West of Scotland Superhero of the 21st Century" from his ole' grand-pappy whenever I decide to hang up my skin-tights and cape. He listened attently and smiled (our very first that didn't include thrashing his legs around and strange lower abdominal noises) and a knowing look which said "you are the best, Big David" which is interesting in itself for that's whit my own son, Gavin, used to call me. Isn't ancestry a fascinating subject, I hear you say.
Or is that just the wine talking?

Anyway, here he is "working out" in his own little gym determined to make the grade before he is even two months old:


Which is a round-about way of telling you that I have got absolutely nothing more interesting to blether on about other than my two latest postings on two of my ither blogs: "Saturn" on my Semi-Abstract haverings, and my very last and final contribution to the Moleskine Exchange International, "Genesis".

Hope you all have a good wekend, and if I survive my second Bluegrass Jamming Session at Lauries Bar tomorrow I'll be back again next week bright eyed and bushy tailed to tell the tale.