Bug's Bus and A Double Celebration

Well, this is a bit of a meringue-y melange of a post, but it's been a busy few days. Dumfries is Winter Festivaled up for St Andrew's Day, the youngest have three days off school for St Andrew's Day, and last night we were all (bar one) partying in The Museum of Anatomy in Glasgow for a graduation and magazine re-launch celebration.
I have yet to ponder the juxtaposition of my discussions with the youngest two on relative penis size in mammals, achondroplasia, acromegaly, cyclopia and anencephaly (an awful lot of things in jars, if you know what I mean) with getting home and putting a tooth under the pillow for the Tooth Fairy to do her stuff with overnight. I feel there's a message there somewhere for me.

Anyway, and first of all, Happy St Andrew's Day to you all. Wave your Saltires! Steam your Haggis! Ride in a Teacup! Etc.

Secondly, I was tipped off by a Dream Lizard this morning that today is also the birthday of Susan Sanford (ArtSparker). And what should arrive in the post this very morning than a package of wearable art by said artist. Yes, I'd been Christmas shopping online, and just look at these goodies (all T-shirts: standard wear for hardy Scots in the deep midwinter).
Sorry, I know I haven't ironed them yet...

There are gallons of designs, plus art, all by Susan available on RedBubble, here. http://www.redbubble.com/search?query=Susan+Sanford

So Happy Birthday Susan, and here's a cake-shaped fountain to celebrate.

Finally, I'm running after the Bus again. Now, The Bug gave us three options, and as the words 'argument' and 'God' don't actually exist together in my theology and there are at least three tree poems in Venti (amazed I've written that many) it was a no-brainer to go for the middle one. Where do you want to live?! If I could find a way of making a living visiting houses that are for sale and having a nose around them, I would. Hang on, Kirsty and Phil...

Anyway, I've incorporated a temporal element into my offering. The poem will, rather like my best one (about a lump of African rock), make no sense to anyone not into the whole Prehistory thing, so here's quick resume to help.

Cradle of Civilisation - Mesopotamia - Land between the rivers - blah, blah - Uruk period - First City - Modes of living - Warfare - Crafts - Administration - Writing = Civilisation. Catalhoyuk, Anatolia predates all this by two millennia.

Links to the other Bus poets are here: http://danabugseyeview.blogspot.com/2010/11/poetry-bus-is-driven-by-bug-buckle-your.html

Chavtastic!

Prehistory is song to me,
Dead sound signs, cities passed.
Uruk, Tell Brak, Adab, Akshak,
Kish, Sippar, Ur and Shurrupak.
Chalcolitic, literate.
Civilised.
But me? I’m just a Stone Age oik,
I wanna live in Catalhoyuk.