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…
Easter is coming and it is time for eggs. Our street app’s latest saga has nothing to do with developers destroying the corner shop or getting everyone to cough up…
In the dim and distant past, I introduced the douce readers of The Scotsman to jazz. Or at least that is what I conned the editor into believing. In fact, I had…
Television advertisers know their old folks market hence all those ads for mattresses which have miracle springs that adjust to the shape of your body, the ones about how to…
This week, I am experiencing a dilemma. As a long-term left-leaning person, I have continually over the years expressed my deeply held opposition to private healthcare. As I age, I…
Pantomime time is here again, the time when terrible puns proliferate. My first of the season was Beowulf, an original pantomime devised for the annual Charles Court Opera Company in…
NHS Scotland’s original spring booster letter told me my appointment was at 8.30am on 11 April at the Glasgow Central Mosque. A neighbour had received an identical letter. She had…
Someone in my family had a brilliant idea, a few years ago now. The Eardley family comprises of me, my wife Karen and my sons Nicholas, Dominic and Mark, in…