18th August. Jimmy Rock-Eye

It's a long way to go for a bag of cement from this present location. To be precise a round trip of precisely 127 miles. I can be this exact because I'd neglected to bring a bag of it and there was some other example of bad planning or project management that had to be rectified. It would be the same mileage if you wanted to see The Da Vinci Code. Imagine the fury of driving all that way then having to sit through that pap? I would have needed several in depth reviews of Pirates of The Caribbean before risking the same journey, in fact I'd probably have had to read a book about it. But as recompense you can always combine it with Tesco because thats about the same distance too, give or take a couple of miles.

So this evening we drove up the road a short distance to the viewpoint to watch the sunset over the Isle of Lewis on the horizon and it all seemed so vast and unchanging compared to one insignificant human life. This remoteness is definitely a draw for many people... Isabelle said that Jimmy Rock-Eye has a house around here somewhere and turns up at the hotel bar on occasion with two large dogs in tow.
"Jimmy Rock-Eye? Who on earth's Jimmy Rock-Eye?"
"Well he's in the music business"
"You mean Jamiroquai?"...