#Bagpipes Uk

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Traditional Bagpipers in Uk

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[twoseparatecoursesmeet]

Edinburgh, 1950s

Albert Flint

[cogumellow]

piper // edinburgh, uk // july 2024 // ©

[oakappleday]

International diplomacy WIN

[shutterandsentence]

Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll drink a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne

Photo: Blair Castle, Scotland

[vox-anglosphere]

That goes for the entire Anglosphere and beyond.. Happy New Year!

As we say goodbye to 2022, The King’s Piper plays “Auld Lang Syne” at Buckingham Palace.

Wishing all our followers a very happy and healthy 2023.#HappyNewYear

– The Royal Family

[lowpolylobotomy]

eurovision 2024 was a shitshow. here are my resolutions for next year's contest:

- ban israel. get them out. fuck em. not only are they genocidal they broke so many rules you don't even have to make it political

- on the back of that, change the sponsor to not be an israeli company please hello

- fire the ebu head. fire the board. fire the scriptwriters. build a new ebu from scratch at this point what the fuuuck

- iceland should internally select bashar (their runner up of their national final, who is palestinian and iconic) to compete. he's great

- the dutch should legally be allowed to throw things at the ebu

- vatican city should compete. pope's house 2026

- i know switzerland won but can they hold the contest in sealand or something switzerland is expensive

- brief the commentators on pronouns please

- bring joost back why not. i don't even like europapa but that was wild. at least as an interval act

- the uk should send the guy that stands in my local football stadium ringing bells and shouting

- put a fun non european country in there. i'm thinking like brazil

- more microstates please

- no covering up booing. go full big brother just let it happen . freedom of speech + bit funny

- worldvision on the table please

- more stuff that's godawful

- put ivory coast in so people can get reallt confused between their flag and ireland's 🇮🇪🇨🇮

- let scotland send their own entry we only drag them down. i'll take nasty techno or bagpipes. or both

- more acts that upset the church

a contest that stands for peace above all means it must stand for a free palestine and safety for its people. let's ensure they return to that form and the people that let it get this bad get their due shit

[laughroditee]

Your Ghost | a COD fanfic - Part 1 - Knight of Swords

CW: this story takes place after Soap's death and contains supernatural elements, tarot, mentions of death and blood

I didn't want to make the chapters too long (I'm unsure what the proper netiquette is for word count), so it will continue in subsequent posts.

Summary: An American tarot reader finds herself inextricably linked to John MacTavish, whose ghost needs a favor from her before he can rest.

Mood Music:

The first time I knew something was wrong was a few months ago when, out of nowhere, an excruciating pain shot through my head, causing me to scream and promptly pass out.  The dreams that followed in my unconsciousness were heavy and sad: bagpipes at a funeral playing their mournful melody for a person I didn’t know.  I had been at work that day, like any other day, but when I woke up, I was in the hospital.  Doctors ran so many tests on me, thinking perhaps I’d had a brain aneurysm, but scans of my brain were clear, and subsequent tests showed that I was right as rain.  Totally healthy.  I returned to my everyday life, with the only complication being the inexplicable migraines that continued to plague me.

Then came the wanderlust.  The nasal sound of bagpipes continued to wheedle their way into my dreams, and pretty soon, I became possessed with the need to go to the UK.  It became a matter of life and death.  I didn’t even have a passport, but knew I had to go.  Where exactly, I wasn’t even sure.  Scotland would make sense, considering the bagpipes, but my gut said no.  No, that’s not right.

So I did what any good woo-woo witchy person would do: I pulled out a map of the UK and my pendulum and asked for assistance narrowing down my intended destination.  Stilling my mind, I took a deep breath, focusing on the amethyst pendulum dangling from my hand.  The crystal twitched and spun before swinging slightly right, south on the map.  I followed the pendulum south over Scotland, past Northern England, toward London, but the crystal had other ideas, sending me back north.  It spun in circles around a location: Manchester.

That’s how, months later (had to wait for my passport), I found myself at the Brittania Hotel in Manchester, in one of their “standard twin rooms without a window.”  I never really knew how much I liked windows until I didn’t have one, but that’s beside the point.  At least I got a private bathroom, a coffee maker, and a TV, so I can’t complain too much for $44 per night.  Besides, this entire trip was an exercise in insanity, so why not add in some sensory deprivation while we’re at it?

As soon as I stood on UK soil, I knew this was the right place; that intuitive nudge felt like a soothing affirmation.  And that’s a great thing because simply being up in the air triggered another migraine, and I was afraid I’d puke on the guy next to me.  After unpacking my bag in the hotel room, I flipped a card from my tarot deck: The Knight of Swords.

The Knight of Swords talks about action, as all Knight cards do.  There’s a sense of motion, movement, and moving forward inherent there, with The Knight of Swords having the connotation of almost overwhelmingly swift movement; in fact, you can interpret it as needing to take heed that you’re not leaping before you’re looking.  (What irony.)  But that’s only one part of the story as the suit of the card will tell you what’s moving.  Swords in the tarot represent the element of air, so all things related to logic, ideas, communication, words, writing, and thoughts.  Holistically, you can interpret The Knight of Swords as needing to make sure you check your words before you say things so that you become aware of any potential obstacles on this path that you’re charging down. But, ultimately, you have the clarity of mind to overcome any challenges.  Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

However, the court cards in tarot can also signify people: kings as men or masculine energy, queens as women or feminine energy, and pages as children or youthful energy.  Knights, though, are tricky.  They can symbolize people of any gender, anywhere from age twenty-five up to forty, people who move in and out of our lives, physical travel, change, or pure energy and where you’re focusing it.  It can be hard to know what the “correct” interpretation is in any given reading, with so many meanings to consider, but I usually just go with my gut or pull some more cards for context.  In this case, why not both?

Pulling two more cards from the deck, I laid them out on the bed next to the first one: Death and the Three of Swords.  Contrary to popular belief, the Death card doesn’t usually mean death or foretell of someone dying.  It means change and transformation, the end of a cycle and the beginning of a new one.  The Three of Swords features an illustration with three swords stabbing through a bleeding heart: heartbreak, but sometimes literal heart health problems.

"Wow, bad day," I said as I looked over the cards.

I suddenly felt a presence in the room that wasn’t there a minute ago, the hairs on the back of my neck and my arms standing on end.

"Ye finally made it, lass."

My head whirled around so fast that the ends of my bobbed hair stabbed me in the eye.  I shot to my feet, spilling the rest of my cards to the floor.  “Fuck!” I whined, cradling my stinging, watering eye as I stumbled backward. 

Deep, apparently very amused laughter rang out in the room, and I was astonished to see a man there, wearing some kind of military getup, a mohawk cut into his dark brown hair. Oh, and he was semi-transparent.

I backed away slowly, my hand clapped over my eye.  There is no way in Hell.  “What the fuck, are you a ghost?” 

His expression sobered as he nodded his spectral head.  “Unfortunately.”  

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice a couple of octaves higher than it would typically be.  The urge to scream was overwhelming, and he put his hands out placatingly. 

”Easy, love,” he cooed, keeping his voice as soothing as possible so as not to spook me further.  “We have a blood tie.”

“What?”  The man — ghost? ghost man? — could tell me he was king of Scotland, and I don’t think that would change my hesitation or the level of existential panic I felt at that moment.

“We’re kin,” he said with a little more force, trying to reach me through my brain-melting anxiety.  “Family.  Somewhere along the line, we share blood.  Is it so hard to imagine?  Big world like this?”

“I’m literally talking to a dead man,” I say as my inner thoughts bleed out of my mouth.  Either my imagination is amazing, or I’m having a breakdown.  Maybe there really was something wrong with my brain, and they just couldn’t find it.  Maybe the migraines were making me hallucinate.

“Evangeline!” 

That caught my attention, my blue eyes snapping to his in shocked confusion.  “How do you know my name?”

He had the audacity to sound frustrated.  “Like I said, we share a blood tie.”

"Oh, of course.  That obviously explains everything.  I’m so relieved."

He smirked.  “Yer a wisearse ye are.”

Well, he did get one thing right anyway.  “How come I don’t know your name then?”

”Because I’m dead, and ye’re not.  It’s John, by the way.  John MacTavish.”

Examining him warily, I ask, “So we’re, like, cousins or some shit, John MacTavish?”

He shrugged, pushing his long sleeves up his forearms, which is such a mind-boggling thing to think about a ghost doing — like, what’s the purpose of that? Is he too warm?  “I dunnae know exactly, lass; I just know that I was pulled to ye.  And ye answered.”  It was then that I noticed the ghostly blood on the side of his head, his presumably fatal bullet wound in the exact place where I felt my migraines.

My stomach dropped into what felt like a vat of ice.  “Oh… Oh no. I’m not a medium!  I don’t see dead people!” I desperately pleaded with him, trying to convince him he'd gotten the wrong girl. “I just sling cards; I don’t do any of that other stuff!”

”And yet, here I am.  Here ye are.”  He put his hand on his hip.

“Yes, but… Why?  Why are you here?  What do you want from me?”  Then I saw his tattoo.  With a sudden motion, I moved quickly forward — I think I actually startled him — and I bent my head down to look at his forearm.  Nested inside of laurels was a sword with wings, topped by a knight’s helm and crown.

”Knight of Swords,” I breathed, astonished.  Rushing back, I grab my card from the bed, brandishing it as I return to where he stands.  “This is you?  You did this?”

The ghost of John MacTavish looked down at me with a serious expression.  “I did.  I need yer help, Evangeline.  Yer the only one who can do it.”

Part 2

[scotianostra]

On October 2nd 1931 Sir Thomas Lipton, grocer, tea merchant died.

While his father worked in a succession of poorly paid jobs, young Tommy Lipton’s siblings all died in infancy, leaving him as the family’s only son.

Tommy had to leave school aged 13, because his parents needed an extra income to make ends meet. He also attended night school at the Gorbals Youth School. In 1864, he signed up as a cabin boy on a steamer running between Glasgow and Belfast and seems to have been taken with crew-members’ stories about the United States, so in 1865, Thomas used his savings to pay for a passage to New York spending the next five years there travelling across the country.

During this time he held many different jobs, including work at a tobacco plantation in Virginia; as an accountant at a rice plantation in South Carolina; as a door-to-door salesman in New Orleans; as a farmhand in New Jersey; and as a grocery assistant in New York.

Thomas returned to Glasgow in 1870. After spending some time helping his parents at their shop, he established one of his own, Lipton’s Market, at 101 Stobcross Street in the Anderston area of the city. This proved highly successful and Lipton went on to establish a chain of shops, first in Glasgow and then across Scotland, before expanding to cover the whole of the UK over the next ten years.

Meanwhile, the demand for tea was increasing among the middle classes and in 1888, by which time Lipton had 300 stores, he set out to bypass the traditional lines of supply for tea by investing directly in tea plantations. The Lipton Tea brand he established offered good quality for low prices and proved hugely popular, expanding the market for tea to all parts of society and establishing it as the national drink of choice.

Lipton was a big fan of promotional stunts. When his first 20,000 tea chests arrived in Glasgow he put on a party, complete with a brass band and bagpipe parade. In 1893 Sir Thomas Lipton officially established the Thomas J Lipton Company, a tea packaging company based in Hoboken, New Jersey . He felt that tea should be a drink for everyone, not just the wealthy , so he strived to make packaging and shipping less expensive.

Instead of arriving in crates, Sir Thomas packaged his loose tea in multiple weight options. The tea was also standardised, so Lipton customers knew exactly what to expect.

Thomas Lipton developed a passion for yachting, between 1899 and 1930 Lipton challenged the American holders of the America’s Cup through the Royal Ulster Yacht Club five times with yachts he named Shamrock through Shamrock V. He never won the cup, but he was awarded a special trophy as “the best of all losers”. This may sound double-edged, but one effect of his efforts to win the cup was to make his name well known across the United States, and his tea very popular there.

Although Lipton, through his yachting, became a friend of royalty, as a self-made man he still had difficulty breaking into some corners of the highly stratified British society of the day. He was, for example, only accepted as a member of the Royal Yacht Squadron shortly before his death.

Lipton died at his home in north London in 1931. He left most of his wealth to his native city of Glasgow. His yachting trophies are now on display at the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum. Sir Thomas Lipton was buried alongside his parents and siblings in Glasgow’s Southern Necropolis.

Liptons continues today as part of the multinational Unilever brands, their teas and other beverages still bear his name and are a world known brand, not bad for a young lad born in a Glasgow Tenement to Irish immigrants.

[olympeline]

A few headcanons for Hetalia Scotland:

Is Alisdair a canon name? If it’s not, idc. It’s a good one 👍 If all the brothers are Kirkland then I like to think it was Scot’s surname first. England (and Wales by extension) took it when the Scottish James I became king of England and so formed the United Kingdom. That all his little(?) brothers took his name is definitely a feather in Scot’s cap.

No one knows if he or Wales is the oldest brother, including Scotland and Wales themselves. The first time they happened to cross paths during their wandering around Great Britain, they each saw another boy who looked the same age. Scotland insists he is the elder brother, Wales disagrees but more quietly.

Scotland has a favourite city out of Glasgow and Edinburgh. But he’s not going to start a civil war in his country by telling anyone which it is! (Psst, it’s Glasgow)

The Auld Alliance was a fiery, passionate affair between Scotland and France. The kind that was pure, mutual lust at first sight and got physical very quickly. Like, “we just met for the first time while our bosses hammer out details and now we’re banging against the wall in the antechamber” quickly. Sexy, sophisticated, continental France vs. wilder, rougher Scotland was just what the doctor ordered for both of them. Unfortunately, it didn’t really last. That kind of white hot, burning hunger never does. It didn’t help that a significant chunk of the non-physical part of their bond was built on their mutual hatred of England. You can’t build a long term love on something like that. Once Scotland’s relationship with his little brother started to improve, his affair with France simultaneously cooled. These days they’re better off as friends. Scot recalls their relationship more fondly and feels more wistful than France does.

And yes, that Scotland was eventually replaced by England as France’s soulmate does make his complicated feelings towards England even more strained. Thank ye for asking *Sound of Scottie teeth grinding*

Scotland holds his liquor best out of all his brothers and can drink most of Europe under the table. Only true heavyweights like Russia and the Balkans give him a run for his money

Like all the UK bros, Scotland has magic and can see magical creatures. Vistors to his country are often surprised to learn that Scot’s favourite isn’t the famous Nessie (though he is very fond of her) but rather his herd of unicorns. Hunted nearly to extinction in the rest of the UK, the unicorn’s last stronghold is up in Scotland. During one of their many wars, England slew Scotland’s oldest and most beloved unicorn (“The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown…”) and took its alicorn back to London. Even after the unification and a regretful England returning it, Scotland is still bitter.

Yes, Scotland does play the bagpipes. Yes, he’s very good at it. When he plays and Wales sings, it’s really something to behold…er, listen to

What’s Scotland’s least favourite thing about his home? The rain? The cold? No, you fool! The midges. Dear GOD the midges. Eat you alive in summer they will!

Scotland’s cooking makes the rest of his brothers look almost competent by comparison. He has the dubious honour of making both some of the most unappetising food (haggis!) and also the most unhealthy. Everything battered, deep fried, and washed down with fifty cans of drink so stiff with sugar it would make America blush. What’s not to love? Diabetes. Diabetes is not to love. Scot’s bosses have been on a health kick lately but their nation is as stubborn as any of the UK bros and it’s not easy persuading him to change his ways

Scotland wears his kilt like a true Scot: nothing below and god help ye if there’s a headwind 🍆

Britainya (aka Britain cat) was born in Scotland but doesn’t like spending much time there because of the climate. He still comes to visit Scotland in the summer, though. His favourite place to sleep is on Scotland’s feet. Keeping his toes warm like a living heater

Scotland is very proud that he was able to hold off Grandpa Rome and stop the Romans ever getting a real foothold on his turf. Though that pride is complicated by feelings of guilt that he couldn’t protect his little brothers. Even if they were enemies at the time, it still chafes Scot that part of their isle was occupied for hundreds of years. Seeing England and, to a lesser extent, Wales under Grandpa Rome’s boot and watching them be Romanised was painful

And yes, let’s talk about that elephant lion in the room: England. England, England, England. The golden child of the UK bros that Scotland can’t get away from or ignore no matter how hard he tries. To say Scot’s feelings towards his baby bro are complicated is an understatement. He’s so proud of what they achieved together, but wishes he could claim more of the credit. He feels guilt for not driving the Romans out of Britain, but a small, hateful part still gloats that only he could stop the invaders in their tracks. He’s glad they’re on better terms these days, but resents that the unification has eclipsed him so much in the eyes of the world. He knows in his heart of hearts that his relationship with France was never meant to last, but seeing France with England hurts him even so. Scotland was the older brother, not England. It should have been him. It all should have been him

Scottie has a lot of Nordic in him and gets on well with the Scandis. He could probably make a good case for being one of them, but nothing’s come of it yet. Estonia is very jelly

His favourite food is scotch eggs. His favourite drink is irn bru in the day and good old Scotch whisky at night

[rosesandalfazemas]

Furby Scotland has the option to play bagpipes. Human Scotland is amused because Furby Scotland will do this at 3 am and terrify the Furby UK brothers and Human UK brothers.

The freedom call begins...

[pfhwrittes]

Based on a conversation at work today ft. Tradie141

Price *whistling* " Naur none of that now, I will not be whistling today"

Reader "why?"

Price "Between Ghost and Gaz with their whistling and Soap's music (you cannot tell me he wouldn't listen to bagpipes on the job site) there is too much sound going on and it's hurting my head."

Reader ".... Would you like me to sing Opera?"

Price "No! Don't ya dare."

Reader "aw come on now I don't squeak that much."

Price "None of that now, thank you."

(sidenote I do squeak when singing, not sure if it's cuz I was never trained or because of singing in a lower register or trauma. But at points I will imitate with startling accuracy a dog squeaky toy.)

stigy! hiya friend 💜

lmaoooo i've recently found i can't sing in a register that i was very comfortable in as my voice has dropped a bit on t! so i'm with you on the "squeaky toy" impression!

ooh you've inspired some brainworms about what the trade force 141 lot would listen to on site...

kyle listens to his own playlist. it's a mix of tiktok trending music, the "good bits" of whatever has played on captial fm or bbc radio 1 recently, some 90s/early 00s r&b, stormzy and surprisingly a little bit of tina turner. you've caught him doing full body rolls to genuwine's pony before.

simon listens to podcasts. it's not unusual for you to walk in on simon giggling (yes, giggling!) at "dead ringers" or "sorry i haven't a clue". music wise he's pretty happy to listen to whatever someone else puts on as long as it isn't completely deafening, he still needs to be able to think.

johnny listens to edm at high volume all the time. techno, hardstyle, uk drum and bass? all good. all loud. give that man a diiiiiiirty bass line (and everyone else some earplugs). you can tell which zone he's working in for the day because the floor will tremble a little bit.

price listens to smooth radio. no, he won't be changing it to something "less crap". if you've got an issue you can fuck off. love shack by the b-52s is a classic.

[americanbrffan]

Every single person who marched or rode today should feel so proud - the parade and watching them line up in BP's garden to the bagpipes was amazing but THE SALUTE gave me chills.

NO ONE DOES CEREMONIES LIKE THE UK & COMMONWEALTH!

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

JBO: A Perspective 1988-1998 1998 House / Downtempo / Big Beat / Leftfield / Alternative Dance

Man, this is just such absolutely essential listening if you want a good history lesson in the type of dance music that was especially surging throughout the UK for a certain period of time. JBO: A Perspective 1988-1998 presents a decade-spanning two-disc retrospective on one of the UK's foremost electronic dance labels, Junior Boy's Own, whose tunes reverberated throughout all the acid warehouse parties during the UK's famed second summer of love beginning in 1988, and long thereafter too, following the UK government's crackdown on said parties.

Now, something you have to understand about acid house is that there are essentially two different definitions of it: there's a more sonically literal definition, which describes it as house music that features a liberal use of the Roland TB-303 bass synthesizer sound, and then there's another definition that describes the type of music that was played at the acid warehouse parties themselves, which was actually far more eclectic than just house tunes with TB-303s. And this collection deals with that latter description.

Something else worth knowing here too is that the music that was played at these events sometimes stretched far beyond what we would often consider these days to be dance music. Dance music almost always connotes electronic music that's purely uptempo, but much slower tunes got plenty of burn at these things as well, like Primal Scream's incredible "Loaded," a brimming-with-sunshining-positivity, psychedelically ecstatic classic that's packed with bagpipes and horns and has often been referred to as the acid house generation's own "Sympathy for the Devil." This song, produced by JBO's Andrew Weatherall, was less a result of inspiration being drawn directly from the actual acid house music that had managed to find its way across the pond from Chicago, but was moreso a reflection of an amalgamation of the chill, Balearic vibes that the UK was importing at the time from the party capital of the world—the Spanish island of Ibiza—as well as the Madchester scene, which was seeing indie and alt-rock bands from Manchester like The Stone Roses and Happy Mondays quirkily meld their rock sound with dancier beats, and thus receiving plenty of play at acid house parties too. Oftentimes, whenever I find myself writing about a general history of UK music since the post-punk and new wave days of the late 70s, I talk about what a melting pot it all was, and a dynamic song like "Loaded" serves as just one beautifully prime example of it in action, as it's something that can simultaneously be accurately classified as downtempo, alternative dance, neo-psychedelia, alternative rock, and house. And you could, at one point or another, find any and all of these vibes blaring out of the speakers at an acid house party itself; it's just that "Loaded" is a song that managed to blend them all together so damn perfectly 🤩.

So, ultimately, in addition to "Loaded," what we have here is a chronological slate of tracks that was selected by JBO's Steven Hall, who is humble enough to point out in his liner notes that what he's put together is by no means neither extensive nor authoritative; there was so much more to these acid house years than just what JBO was either putting out themselves or their clan was producing and remixing for others, and as the compilation's title clearly states, this is just merely a perspective on the ten years since the start of the second summer of love.

But then again, by that same token, this 'perspective' is also indispensable from acid house itself too. JBO's role in shaping this 'genre''s overall sounds, development, and history is simply integral and wholly unignorable. Acid house without JBO is sort of like a triple-decker club sandwich without one of its decks; you still have a sandwich at the end of the day, but you sure are missing a whole lot of the stuff that actually makes it what it is in the first place!

And that's borne out by the names you'll find on here that were in the JBO stable, like The Chemical Brothers and Underworld, two of the most important and commercially successful acts in the history of electronic music, period. To his credit, Steven Hall doesn't unload with the obvious choices from either of these groups here; rather, he goes for the more obscure, before both of them started to really gain their respective statuses as icons. From The Chemical Brothers we get a pair of tunes from when they actually called themselves The Dust Brothers, one of which was 1994's "My Mercury Mouth," an expanding breakbeaty tune that really starts to destroy past the two-minute mark, when the guys ladle in all that feelgood synth work 😌.

And with Underworld we get a couple tunes too, including the bubbly and trancey "Rez," plus a solid remix of Björk as well. But in addition to those, we also get one from a prior alias of theirs, with the prominently blues harmonica-laced and bleepy house banger that is "Bigmouth," which they released as Lemon Interupt back in 1992. Pretty great leftfield stuff!

There's also a trio of songs in the beginning of disc one that actually predate the existence of JBO entirely: New Order's "Everything's Gone Green," Mr Fingers' "Can You Feel It," and Pete Wylie's "Sinful," the latter of which's edit I can't seem to find on YouTube 😔. These songs, all unique in their own regard, are ones that inspired JBO to form in the first place, starting out as a clubbing fanzine, and then becoming a party, and then, eventually in 1990, an era-defining record label too.

Didn't even mention the dope remixes of Saint Etienne and My Bloody Valentine by Andrew Weatherall or the remix of U2 by Pete Heller and Terry Farley that are on here, either. Clearly there's a whole lot of gold that's sitting on these two discs, so get yourselves educated on this diverse set of dance and dance-adjacent glory, folks! 😊

Highlights:

CD1:

New Order - "Everything's Gone Green" Mr Fingers - "Can You Feel It" Pete Wylie - "Sinful" Bocca Juniors - "Raise (63 Steps to Heaven) (Heavenly Rap)" St Etienne - "Only Love Can Break Your Heart (A Mix of Two Halves)" My Bloody Valentine - "Soon (Andrew Weatherall Mix)" Primal Scream - "Loaded" Lemon Interupt - "Bigmouth" The Chemical Brothers - "Song to the Siren" One Dove - "Fallen"

CD2:

U2 - "Salome (Zooromancer Mix)" Underworld - "Rez" XPress 2 - "Musik X Press" Björk - "Human Behaviour (Underworld Mix)" The Chemical Brothers - "My Mercury Mouth" Black Science Orchestra - "Save Us" Junior Vasquez - "Get Your Hands Off My Man (Fire Island Dub 4 Junior)" Ballistic Brothers - "Peckings" Dylan Rhymes - "Naked & Ashamed" Underworld - "Moaner"

[anunfortunatekinlist]

As a true Englishman, what’s the most English thing about each of the marauders?

right one that is such a fucking insult, wdym “true Englishman”, but….

peter: despite the man being scottish (SCOTLAND FOREVERRR 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴��🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 *ominous bagpipes*), but man has a whole ass tea routine, steeping times, sugar cubes, the lot. and if he is disturbed, he will get violent. and he has to pair it every morning with a good scottish scone to even it out :).

james: way too into school sports, was in sunday league footie as a kid and made his whole personality, never can chill about competition, bro literally played against forest juniors and won 1-0 and never shut up about it. and he is somehow is always wearing the red bib in PE.

(now we know that footie has james’s heart, and peter has always been more of a rugby lad, but when the six nations start, england vs scotland matches cause anarchy in the griffindour dorms)

sirius: man is not from the UK at all, strongly believe he is french, but he becomes a slut for fish and chips, give that man a battered cod (and remus’s battered sausage), he fucking lives for a good chippy.

remus: he can not handle a single scent of spice, nicked all the spices from around the world not be able to handle a bit of oregano on his food.

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

The Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo at Edinburgh Castle 2024 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 🏰

The first Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo took place in 1950. Since then, over 50 countries from across six continents have been represented at the Tattoo. Her Royal Highness Princess Anne became Patron of the Tattoo in 2006 and the Royal title was bestowed by the Late Her Majesty The Queen in 2010.

The Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo is a world-renowned spectacle and to have a chance to be in the heart of it is truly inspirational. The 2024 Show, Journeys, transports guests on a cultural adventure, uniting the military heritage, Scottish tradition, and an international cast.

With the Royal Navy as Lead Service, the show has a strong maritime theme with performances by exceptionally talented performers representing countries with strong nautical connections.

This year the Royal Navy led, so the Massed Pipes and Drums for the Navy Anchor during the show. Photographer: Mark Owens - UK MOD © Crown copyright 2024. MOD Crown Copyright News / Editorial Licence

The Navy Takes Centre Stage ⚓

With the Royal Navy as lead service, the Show pays homage to the seafarers who brave the ocean to travel across continents bringing people and cultures together as The Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo guides you through a legendary journey.

As ever, the military plays a prominent role in the Tattoo, with the Fanfare kickstarting the Show with a performance of an original composition incorporating elements of the official march of the Royal Navy Heart of Oak imbuing the stage with an air of awe and anticipation.

The Tattoo fans are treated to the rousing sounds of the Massed Pipes and Drums including Military Pipe Bands from the 1st Battalion Scots Guards, 1st Battalion Irish Guards Drums and Pipes, Pipes and Drums of the Royal Gurkha Rifles, Combined Pipes and Drums of The Royal Tank Regiment and Scottish and North Irish Yeomanry.

The world’s leading military bands, this year joining the Massed Pipes and Drums.

The Citadel Pipes and Drums, Australian Federal Police Pipes and Drums, Brisbane Boys’ College Pipes and Drums, Royal Canadian Mounted Police Pipes and Drums, The Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo Dancers, The Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo Fiddlers, The Citadel Regimental Band and Pipes, Majesticks Drum Corps, United States Sea Service Band, United States Navy Ceremonial Guard and Teamwork Arts India.

As night falls over Edinburgh Castle, each evening’s performance ends with a dramatic rousing finale when the National Anthem will be performed by The Massed Bands of His Majesty’s Royal Marines.

A Lone Piper marks the close of festivities with a performance of Guth a’ Phiobaire, composed by Major Stevie Small MBE.

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Posted 18th August 2024