2010

Choppy Waters; and a Happy New Year.

Corryvreckan whirlpool off the west coast of Scotland has the potential to kill you. At the same time people have swam through it and it is navigable to boats, albeit not easily. Corryvreckan is created by several natural features that freakishly come together at that specific point but which on their own wouldn't create much to worry about. It's the third largest whirlpool in the world and under normal circumstances it's not a place you'd want to find yourself. It is, on balance, better viewed from a distance than the middle.

Mo the Merrier

If you've not yet been accosted by a man with a moustache demanding money you soon will be. Men across the world are finding out for the first time if they could be Errol Flynn, Burt Reynolds or Ming the Merciless, and, because it's for charity it can be done with impunity and free from ridicule, well almost. It's Movember, the month when men across the world grow a moustache with the intention of raising money for research into prostate cancer.

Mind The Gap

So, what do you think of the new Gap winter collection then? I'm assuming everyone has a view on this, no? C'mon, you must have spent hours poring over their choice of fabrics, cuts and colours, cast a critical eye over the merchandising and pricing structure too whilst worrying if the buying department had called it right on some of their suppliers. See, if a High Street branded clothes retailer can create such a reaction when it changes its logo then I'm right in assuming the world must wait with baited breath when its new season launches. Possibly not.

Slipping Quietly into the Sea

I fulfilled a long held ambition today; I finally watched a ship being launched on the Clyde. It's as well I did too as it might be the last one for quite a long time. HMS Duncan, a 7,500 tonne Royal Navy type 45 destroyer looked pretty impressive against a cobalt autumn sky as she slid surprisingly quietly into the water for the first time. I'm a born and bred Glaswegian and building ships is what Glasgow does, or at least used to do, so it is with a little embarrassment I admit it has taken me until my 40th year to witness one leaving a yard in person.