Sunday, 14 September 2014
With North Korea and The Sun supporting one side, and UKIP and the Orange Lodge supporting the other, what's a poor boy to do ?
How, in one week, did I switch, in the eyes of the Mailograph readership, from being a whingeing subsidy-junkie that we would be better off without, to being a treasured fellow citizen that we deperately wish to embrace ?
Tell 'em. Sherriff.
Sunday, 25 May 2014
Friday, 16 May 2014
Well, not exactly lonesome – there were hunerts o’ them. Pine Central, in fact.
Yes, yesterday’s wee stroll in the ancient Caledonian forest at Rothiemurchus.
My diminutive amanuensis, Buspassepartout, came up trumps again, and I was able to get a decent day with a change of scenery courtesy of National Express 588. Nothing too demanding – about 6 miles with virtually no up at all. Lovely scenery, dry if chilly weather, and a pleasant chat and skinny latte from the young lad at the cafe by the bridge.
Saturday, 10 May 2014
….to get out again into the foothills (Hillfoots, even), and hear the whaups and the laverocks, the burns and the linns.
Each bug or wee turn seems to take longer to shake off and leaves me a bit weaker than before. However, my main problem yesterday was the final demise of my camera. This was bad news. Bad news indeed and will necessitate a trip to Poundland to procure a replacement. The antiphotographs featured on this post were taken using my smartphone.
Well, it claims to be a smart phone, but I don’t believe it’s that smart, compared, for example to the wool in my socks. Anyway.
A couple for Danny