I've been busy rehearsing the one-act play that Claire has written for the SCDA competition.  It's called #Likes and is about current preoccupations with fame and celebrity.  The protagonists are two teenage girls who are simultaneously best friends and Youtube rivals.  I play their headmaster.  It's a Catholic school so I get to invoke the Holy Virgin from time to time.

In the professional theatre I saw a very enjoyable production of The Weir at The Lyceum.  It's a very gentle, poignant and profound picture of unexceptional lives in rural Ireland.  It was one of those productions in which everything seemed perfect.  There was an excellent set with a clever back wall that changed from see through to solid.  The characters were beautifully drawn and whenever I gave it a thought I was impressed by how skillfully and unobtrusively the director had deployed her cast about the stage to best effect.

The Dunedin Wind Band had a playaway day but because it took place on the day following a Burns Supper held in my flat I played safe and didn't put my name down.  It was the wise choice.  A late night and a belly full of haggis and drink would not have been a sound basis for a day of music making.

But this last weekend I've blown a lot of wind through my saxophone.  I was up in Edzell for the second year running for a couple of days playing and socialising.  Here's the group of happy campers.  I'm barely visible near the top of the stairs.