A BIT early for the rainfall figures for the month of July.
But it certainly rained on the Parade of the Can-Am Pipers in Glencoe on Sunday afternoon.
Indeed, a thunderstorm built up, as did a traffic jam in the middle of the village.
Everyone entered into the spirit of the visit, however, and the stirring music of the massed pipes and drums was enjoyed by locals and visitors alike.
Similarly in Ballachulish.
And, in Fort William Parade and town centre on Sunday evening, the piping, drumming and marching took a great trick.
It was great to see the locals thronging the High Street, and having the craic there with friends and neighbours.
ON Monday you’d have thought that Crufts had come to that same High Street.
I have never seen so many tourists in town with their dogs – several of them (the pets) being carried along in ‘Bags for Life’!
SIC Transit Julian Graves in Fort William.
MEANWHILE, the Olympics continues to dominate the telly.
And at least one local connection was to the fore at the opening ceremony – Campbell Livingston, son of Hughie and Frankie.
Campbell who lives in Surrey, and works as a sports injuries clinician, was one of the top hatted and tailed gentlemen – no, not a horseback eventer – who was in the initial tableau about the Industrial Revolution.
MOST of July is referred to as the "Silly Season" by many in the Scottish media – as, according to the scribes, there "isn’t much doing" in that particular month.
So I thought I’d take a look at some of the offerings in the daily and Sunday papers, and the telly news, over the final few days of the month.
And here are a few examples of "Silly Season" journalism.
A beauty pageant winner has been awarded £10,000 in damages because, having suffered injuries when a car undertook her when she was driving near Edinburgh, she now feels pain when wearing high heels. ("undertook her" is what it said)
"Awards for All Grants" ran the headline..
I’m sure Andy, Angus et Al were delighted with that announcement.
And thoroughly deserved by "All Grants", says I.
This Naked Rambler gink fair courts the publicity. So, obviously, the Silly Season should be right up his street.
Actually he was "up a street" in Kirkcaldy – in court last Monday, and I was pleased to note that he didn’t rate a mention in some of the Tuesday tabloids.
However the TV people were there, and when their report was screened at night they let us look through one of their cameras – on which was the word "Exposure"!
But next to nothing of the Naked Rambler, who had been waving at the crew when they were filming, was seen on screen.
Following the revelations at Gollanfield, there was this inevitable announcement from the authorities – "Cannabis cultivation is a growing problem in the Highlands"!
There was a fine "Scottish Life" picture in one of the papers at the back end of last week.
"Red skies at Inverlochy", was the caption.
But I’m sure the photo was focused on "The Queen of Suburbia".
A bit late!
INCIDENTALLY, I was interested in the terse news item in Saturday’s provincial daily which read: "The Lochaber Highland Games, due to take place at Fort William, have been cancelled".
I suppose, as the Games were listed earlier this year in one or two of the glossy guides, as going ahead as usual on the last Saturday of July, this snippet might have had some confirmatory effect that they weren’t.
But it was still gey late for the paper to be letting anyone know!
LET’S see what Wee Jessie Jamieson’s Diary was saying to it for the first week of August, 1959:
August 1. Nice day. Dad went to Caol Games. Helen and I went to the Fair. Saw the monkeys, and I won an ornament and a fag holder.
August 2. It was a damp Sunday. So I took a lot of photos – inside the house.
August 3. I was a nice day. The new girl started in the shop. After tea I took photos of the cows up the Glen.
August 4. It was a wet day. Washed my hair!
August 5. It was a damp day. Mum started work in the Nevis Bank at night, and Helen went to the barbecue at Spean.
August 6. Another damp day – and my half-day. I bought a spool for 2/9 and took two photos at Dalchreggan.
August 7. Hurray – it was a dry day. I put five bob in Savings, and now have 7/6.
LN of the past
AND the Lochaber News for the first week of August, 1982?
The Ben beats "Three Men and a Renault Van".
The mainland’s first ever co-operative organisation, Teachd Ar Tir, at Acharacle, has been dissolved after four years.
Visitors to the West End of Fort William were flabbergasted when they found workmen removing the portable toilets at the West End of Fort William – with no alternative facility nearby to spend a penny. In August.
Members of Aberdeen University Officers Training Corps construct a footbridge across a burn on the West Highland Way, near Lundavra.
McTavish’s Kitchens (Fort William) "entertained" McTavish’s Kitchens (Oban) in the annual football challenge match for – of course, the McTavish’s Trophy. And. wait for it, the kick off at Claggan Park was at 7am – yes, seven in the morning. No chance of a 12 noon, 3pm or 7pm start because of work commitments. Oban won 4-2 to regain the cup, but the Fort’s McTavish’s connections forgot to bring it along. So there was no silver service.
COLIN Cameron has been calling and playing bingo in various local venues for nigh on 40 years.
On Sunday night, at Caol Community Centre, Colin was having a couple of games. And, he had a Shout for a house.
But, would you believe it, the game was a Bogey – as he still had one number to get!
You can imagine the bingo banter that Colin had to endure.
Fifteen years back, Colin was on the door at the Pulp Mill Club.
At the commencement of the era when non-members had to be signed in.
Not only that, they had to pay 50 pence for the privilege.
In comes smartly dressed woman on her own.
Colin greets her and explains the 50 pence levy.
"But I’m the guest artiste tonight", the smartly dressed one protests, albeit she doesn’t "get out of her pram".
Colin was sympathetic, but "rules is rules" he advised.
A 50p coin was duly proffered from the purse.
And that’s how Philomena Begley gained entry to the Pulp Mill Club, prior to making her appearance on stage.
Chips are down
BLACKBOARD against the wall of premises in the High Street.
Advertising catering within.
Including "Fish and Chip’s".
Along come a couple of towrists.
"They don’t need that apostrophe", exclaimed the distaff side.
So she rubbed it off, after licking her finger.
Thus the "Chip’s" had their chips.
"ANYONE heading for Belladrum?"
That was the question posed to a large group of local business people last week.
"I don’t like Benidorm", was one of the responses.
Still, now that there are tickets available to the all flushing, sparkling, posh Jubiloo blocks, a few of his colleagues might well go Belladrumming.
No Ps please
MSP, Dave Thompson, is currently being written up in a north newspaper as Dave THOMSON.
But then, maybe Dave has had his surname Scotticised by