Rip it up and start again.

The sound of Glasgow's finest from early 1982 recently popped unexpectedly into my head the other day. From nowhere came this bouncy fusion of pop and reggae, not to mention a damn fine piece of warbling, all pulsing through my head as I recuperated last weekend.

It may have been the orange juice consumed for breakfast, or the vibrant orange dressings witnessed on the ward, or even a wandering musical muse of Scottish retro, but it's in my head now, and won't go away.

Rip it up and start again.....I said......
.
Meanwhile, in recent events; I have had to return to my GP in order to get some antibiotics for the wound of last week. Alas, it has been slow to heal so compounded by my reduced immunity, it was felt that it needed some assistance. 
I glanced at the name of the signatory physician and was surprised to see one Dr McKay, a fine Scottish name if ever there was. Incidentally Big Mac Macmac is also an outstanding name, together with Iona Macdonalds.

Had I know that at the beginning of this post it may have turned out differently. Maybe I should Rip it Up and Start Again...