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Kirkcudbright Wickerman Festival Fringe – Part 1

I am still slightly astounded that I have actually reached my 250th weekly blog as when I started up this site nearly five years ago, I surmised it may run for a couple of years at most, but to my ongoing delight I still have many venues remaining in the ‘Jimmy Archives’ to report on. At this juncture, I wanted to extend a heartful thank you to everyone who continues to support and kindly encourage my little endeavour. It then transpired that my loquacious ramblings ran this into a double article and also encompassed Blog 251 as well!

So, when thinking how could I mark this milestone, I chose to make a return to the wonderful world of the Wickerman! Regular readers will know that I was a huge advocate of the entire fourteen Wickerman festivals that took place between 2002 and 2015. Looking back now at all of those events I have compiled a personal Top 10 performance list in strictly chronological order. These are namely Stiff Little Fingers, The Beat, Spiritualised, Proclaimers, The Rezillos, Bad manners, Chic and Nile Rodgers, Public Service Broadcasting, The Amazing Snakeheads and The Members.

The Amazing Snakeheads. Image Credit Last.fm.

There have even been some rumours circulating regarding the festival’s potential return, but unfortunately nothing more concrete has developed on that front as yet. However, they could not let the 50th anniversary of the iconic original movie to slide by without a commemoration.

Thus, it was announced that in September 2023 a Fringe event would take place in Kirkcudbright where a portion of the 1973 filming especially around the tollbooth on the High St took place. In true festival style we rested our heads again at my good pal’s lodgings of Dewhurst Towers with Uncle George and I in the twin beds loosely resembling Bert and Ernie! It also appropriately doubled up as a shindig for John Dewhurst’s 60th birthday.

So, on the Friday after commuting the extra hour from my Manchester base I picked up Uncle George in Preston and headed northwards on the M6. I have always loved driving up that route especially when the road opens up and slices between the hills, it also in some strange way feels like I am heading home.  

To maintain tradition, we made a pit stop off the A75 in Annan to visit one of their cafes for a fish and chip luncheon with the obligatory bread and butter and can of Irn Bru on the side!  On arrival, we decamped to the large new beer garden in the nearby Garret (previously Gordon House) hostelry and also paid a sabbatical visit to the Masonic public house. We kept a beady eye out to see if the Mansfield Boys were also in town as they had also been perennial attendees of the festival, but there were no sightings of them over the weekend.   

Masonic Arms. Image Credit ribapix.com

We had our full complement of six by the Saturday and we had been blessed by glorious autumnal sunshine. Our first port of call was to attend the Dark Space Planetarium in the town. Apparently, the nearby Galloway Forest Park is one of the darkest places in the UK resulting in it being awarded a Dark Sky Park designation, one of only four in the Western hemisphere. To complement this the Planetarium opened up in 2021 where there are interactive exhibits and also a dome with a 360 degree cinema screen.

Dark Space Planetarium. Image Credit darkspaceplanetarium.org

Our attendance was for an event that had been set up in the dome area to show a documentary about the chaotic Scottish football World Cup adventure in Argentina in 1978 compered by the esteemed journalist and TV presenter Archie Macpherson.

However, two key elements then conspired, Archie contacted Covid and could only dial in and there were IT difficulties where the film couldn’t be displayed. This resulted in the organisers asking the audience whether they would like to continue with a Q and A but without the film. Whilst people cogitated, one chap took up the mantle, stood up and whilst walking out said ‘not faw me pal’, so that as they say was that!    

Glasgow Venue 8 – Rockers

I decided that I fancied a Northern foray to Glasgow to coincide with my 40th birthday in June 2008 and managed to gather a posse of six other friends to accompany me. The first challenge as ever was the transport as it looked initially that there was to be engineering work but thankfully that was subsequently averted.

We headed up on the Friday and stayed at the Premier Inn near Charing Cross Station off Sauchiehall Street and had a cold one in the Baby Grand Bar & Grill directly opposite the hotel where they do periodically have live acts playing on the house baby grand piano.

We then headed on to the nearby Nice N Sleazy, named after the Stranglers song and the bar also featured in the artwork for Mogwai’s Rock Action album. Refuelled by a monster bowl of noodles we travelled over to the East End of the city to a couple of rough and ready pubs including Bairds Bar by the Barrowland venue.

Baby Grand Bar and Grill. Image Credit Glasgow Live

Naturally I had ensured there would be live music developed into the schedule and located a gig that night at Glasgow Rockers. Rockers is situated on Midland Street, and is a small dingy punk club buried in a tunnel below Glasgow Central station with a capacity of probably about a hundred.

When I researched the club, I did find some initial evidence that Green Day had played there in 2009, which I thought highly improbable and surmised that this was in fact a transpositional error. My initial suspicions were confirmed when their past concert list showed them at that time being bang in the middle of a huge stadium tour of America!  

The first band we saw was The Babysitters who were followed by the Eddies from Dundee. The latter formed around the brothers Dean and Dale Hoth, who had just released their second album ‘Twice Around the World’.

Glasgow Nice N Sleazy. Image Credit coolplaces.co.uk

There was a curtain in front of the small stage where you could hear the main band Guns on the Roof warming up. They hailed from Leeds and had already garnered support slots with punk luminaries such as Anti-Nowhere League, Rancid, Stiff Little Fingers and UK Subs.

Our group constituted much of the audience so Uncle George endeavoured to good humouredly liven up the atmosphere by generating a punk style mini mosh pit with the main singer. He was perhaps a tad over boisterous, but the singer was also rather precious which resulted in him uttering the random comment of ‘get off me leg’!  We left soon after and topped off the night with ‘one for the ditch’ in the hotel bar.

We awoke to a gloriously sunny Saturday, and we achieved our first objective by purchasing some breakfast from a local café without the local obligatory option of additional cheese! We commuted back south to Carlisle for the next leg of our journey.

I had discovered there is a train that takes you on the scenic route from Carlisle to Lancaster which literally hugs the Cumbrian Coast, adding two hours to your overall journey but the scenery was a blast!  I think the train now runs from Lancaster to Barrow via those stations.

We passed through St Bees and Whitehaven where I bizarrely once saw Henry Rollins at the Civic Hall. Our first stop off was at Ravenglass to meet Tony Dewhurst who joined the crew from there onwards. On the Main Street there is another station where you can catch a narrow gauge steam train up to Eskdale. Ravenglass was also the location a few years ago for a British Sea Power festival which a couple of pals attended. Before departing we obviously paid a visit to the Ratty Arms pub.     

Ravenglass and Eskdale Railway. Image Credit steamheritage.co.uk

For a train buff, the most exciting aspect of this trip was that there were request stops where you just simply asked the train guard to pull in at the next station, which happened for us to be Foxfield. Across the road was the renowned real ale pub the Prince of Wales where we had 55 minutes in the beer garden before the next hourly train came chugging around the reservoir.

Now, there are many legendary tales about Uncle George, yellow box, 8th tee and Rochdale disco to name an initial triumvirate. Ulverston was now added to that list, but paraphrasing from what they say in the movies, what happens in Ulverston literally stays in Ulverston!

We progressed onto Lancaster where we met the Berry brothers in a canal side pub and then had a fine curry in the ever-reliable Bombay Balti and then a subsequent minibus home to complete a rather fabulous weekend.