The shame… “Oh no, madam. The Monets are at Kelvingrove, we’ve got Manets, and Degas and lots of other stuff. But if it’s Monets you want, you’ll need to go elsewhere,” the lady with the badge at the Burrell Collection said gently. But her kindness didn’t soften it, Boy Three’s face fell. We were crushed. […]
Christmas reflections: the empty grotto
It suddenly struck me yesterday. In Sainsbury’s in Braehead, since you ask. The Thing that had been worrying me this Christmas, and probably many previous ones too. I was in browsing the bog roll as Boy One was at the Saturday Sweep – the regular have-a-go curling session. It’s a new venture (curling not toilet […]
To be a pinball wizard…
It’s been busy here. I know, I know. Less than two weeks to Christmas, of course, it’s busy and if you’re not busy you’re doing it wrong. Bag-laden folk rushing about with clenched jaws and rapidly emptying wallets. Ho ho hum. Anyhow, it’s not just the annual jollities that have kept me busy… Among other […]
