I decided to watch Question Time on Thursday night for the first time in ages. “They’re joking surely?” I thought. “They’re putting that right-wing nut-job on there, someone with next to no support from the Scottish electorate and whose policies are detested by anyone with even a shred of conscience?” Continue reading
What an end to the week. Glorious sunshine and a temporary stop to the 9-5 drudgery, an absolutely delicious curry, our fitba team pulling off a remarkable victory against the side ranked 4th in the world… “Carlsberg don’t do Fridays” as a famous advertising slogan might say. Could anything have spoiled that wonderful day? Oh aye… Continue reading
After the fun of last week with old Mags being skewered and roasted over an open fire following her denial of all knowledge of the Healey Revelations, I suppose this week was always going to be a bit boring by comparison.
I’m old enough to remember Denis Healey quite well. We didn’t go to school together or anything like that, but I remember him practically single-handedly keeping 70′s impressionist Mike Yarwood in a job with sketches featuring the catchphrase “What a silly billy he is.” I can recall him looking not so much of a silly billy as more of a complete and utter arse Continue reading
Well that was quite a week. 
You’d think it couldn’t really get much funnier than Golden Brown intervening in the big debate to tell us how we really are better together, so much so in fact that they’ve decided to… er… separate their campaigns. I’ve no idea where he found the time, what with him slavishly devoting every waking hour to representing his constituents’ interests in Westminster. ““By pooling and sharing resources, you get the best results for everyone,” he blethered. So there you go – keep sending all your cash down and get some pocket money back while UK plc divvies up the rest. The same tired old arguments.
Babble away, keep the Yes camp at bay. It’s been hard to cope with the moronic outpourings over at the Northbriton recently. As their credibility plummets in proportion to their sales figures they’ve been overdosing on the Better Together brand of viagra which allows them to keep up the scare stories and pound away at the Scottish public’s collective self-confidence. Or at least the self-confidence of the 2 or 3 readers they’ve got left. Continue reading
Okay, it’s a fair cop and I’m guilty as charged m’lud. It’s time to come clean. All the furore over the Susan Calman death threats this week was down to me. After listening to her abysmally unfunny performance on Radio 4′s news Quiz I casually remarked to an acquaintance on the train the next morning that Susan Calman must die… Continue reading
I had one of these “did he really just say that?” moments this weekend when the pizza delivery guy asked me what was the best way to get out of our cul-de-sac. In one fell swoop he propelled himself to the top of the weekly bozo list which was no mean feat in a 7-day period that contained some utterly bizarre, incoherent ramblings from First-Minister-in-Waiting Johann Lamont. I can only assume that he isn’t delivering pizzas to pay his way through his nuclear physics doctorate. Continue reading
I know it’s time to move on and leave her in the garbage bin of history where she belongs, but I got this excellent piece from my pal Richard Innes that was too good to hide away in the comments of my last post. During the evil years I lived in Methil which took enough of a battering and still bears the scars; he on the other hand lived in Ballingry which was even nearer the coal-face if you’ll pardon the pun. For ease of reading I’ve removed “Yahoor sur” from the start of every sentence! A quality rant from the heart… Continue reading
I’ve been away for a few days with my wonderful lady celebrating my clocking up a half-century in this amazing country of ours. Sheer paradise – beautiful Highland scenery and no Internet connection to distract me. Did anything interesting happen while I was away?
