Bongo lessons - format thereof.

Done nothing on railway front today:

So held my phone up as high as I could and took an aerial view of layout.

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Currently listening to:

Need an injection of energy so listening to:

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Last night's dinner:


Forgot to take photograph; it was a cheap supermarket Pizza.


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Currently reading:

Nothing today but last night told a fellow student in my philosophy class that I was switching between these two books:

I was prompted to tell him this because he said that his daughter was currently working in Israel. Perhaps I shouldn't have told him; he probably thought, "So what?"

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Bongo update:

The bongo lessons are falling into a congenial format of 45 minutes learning new hand patterns followed by 15 minutes of what can only be described as a jamming session - the tutor on full drum kit and me on bongos. Really enjoy it.

Get rid of shades, beard and cap, and replace tracksuit with corduroy trousers and a V neck jumper and you'll get the idea.

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Miscellany:

On way home from Daily Mass at St Peter's, Partick, stopped to take photo of the church up the hill from it; which has been converted into Cottier's Theatre complex.