How can I possibly be 50? 40 was old enough and that was only 10 minutes ago. They’re right, though. You don’t feel any different inside. Can I pick 28? That was a great age. Between puppy fat and baby fat! So, if nothing has changed in the last decade, how come the all the […]
The sun’s out. The sky is blue. Birds are singing. Scotland’s tabloid journalists are rushing to tell us which exotic place it’s hotter than. (I just asked the Panther and it’s Morocco apparently. The streets are athrong with citizens enjoying the warm – like being on holiday, only you have to go to work. And […]
What is it? That thing. The important thing, that I have to do today, before it’s too late. A writing thing, or… I know. An email. That’s it. I’ll have sent myself a message. I do that sometimes when it’s vital The Thing doesn’t slip the net. Because I know I read all of the […]
Boy Two is doing some photography as part of his Duke of Edinburgh’s, so Boy Three and I thought we’d join him in taking some photos in Bellahouston Park today. Other posts you might like: Too beautiful for photos What do the photos on your phone mean?
What happens when you trap almost 500 middle-aged women into a confined space for a couple of hours? Wherever you are on the oestrogen spectrum, you’d be inclined to think that the outcome would be, to say the least, tetchy. Especially if some of the women had had their gin confiscated. But you’d be wrong. […]