I am booked to fly to Islay later today (the small Scottish island where I grew up as a teenager). Nice Man is driving down to The Mull of Kintyre (oh, mist rollin' in from the sea, my desire...) with two of our friends on Saturday to get the ferry across. The BBC weather people have already deployed the phrase severe weather warning in association with the word Hogmanay. Hoots man. I could easily figure out a way to make it all my fault if I apply myself. Instead I found this painting of Islay storm clouds by Ian Gray .
When I lived on the island I remember people having bizarre nicknames. There was a guy who used to drive up and down main street in his car with added spotlights. He was referred to as Beyotnay Beans on Toast. I was sometimes called Paddy (my Irish origin) which was marginally better than Ki-Ki, for which there was no excuse.