Thanks Bencat, a wee story about James Grant, his miserable persona is no different off stage.
Travelled up from Glasgow to his show in Carnegie Hall (Dunfermline), it was the time of his ''sawdust in my veins'',
as i'm no Fifer and wasn't sure where venue was, so set off from Glasgow in good time and got there early,
sunny early evening and there i was sat on a bench at side of venue,
who comes out and passed in front of me, yes the great man himself, it went like this.
me: Hi James, travelled from Glasgow to catch this show, hope the gig go well.
JG: Thanks, enjoy the show. (keeps walking, maybe he's trying to catch the off sales for his Tennants Lager)
That was it, as miserable as ever no chit chat or even an offer of a wee signed c.d.
maybe i should've told him the previous time i drove through lashing rain to catch him at Peebles,
still, i am a fan and see him often at the Celtic Connections doing work for Capercaillie and Karen Mathieson's solo work.