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As these words are written, I have no idea if they will be read. Like the offices of the Scottish Review, I live a few miles from Coulport where Britain…
As these words are written, I have no idea if they will be read. Like the offices of the Scottish Review, I live a few miles from Coulport where Britain…
On Saturday, for the first time since the year of Sandy Shaw, I watched the Eurovision Song Contest. Times have indeed changed. Songs are not what songs used to be…
Live electricity with water and juggling with sharp sabres while riding a Penny Farthing bicycle, uphill on a cobbled street (I live in Edinburgh, they do these kind of things),…
Being inspired by the Secretary of State for Digital, Culture, Media and Sport, Nadine Dorries, is not something I ever expected but her recent performance before a House of Commons…
Like so many on the left in Scotland, Gerry Hassan (23 March) looks back to the golden era of social democracy after 1945. Absent from his article is any analysis…
Last week, my wife Karen and I embarked on our first foreign holiday for what seems like an eternity, though in reality is just over three years. Naturally, we were…
A rugby triumph… And no, I don’t mean France’s first grand slam triumph in the Six Nations competition since 2012. Well-deserved as France’s win was, much more remarkable was Italy’s…
As the last fireworks faded in the sky above Buckingham Palace and the streets around it rocked and rolled with Queen lovers, one watched with mixed emotions. After two years of…
One of the indicators that you are getting older is being able to travel across the length and breadth of Scotland free by bus, but not by train, even though…
I was on a night out last week at a location which, though outside the city centre, was very well attended. Unfamiliar as I am to the concept, this was…