Birdfoot

Fresh snow, as I hurried off to get the papers after a bit of a lie in. Slippy underfoot, so old Gramps had to take care. And it was afternoon till I was outside again - boots on and a good tramp up and across Inverleith Park under the wide blue skies and the cold winter sun. Gorgeous!
Much later, a film starring the world's most famous Scotsperson now that Sir Sean is no longer with us. David Byrne’s American Utopia. I know it’s just a film of a concert but it’s awfy good, it really is, and he’s more than a bit cool. Being quite slim in that grey suit helps. How come he doesn’t have a beer belly though? Do you think that despite being Scottish (ahem) he’s left certain bad native tendencies well behind?