A late submission to football chat… I first decided football wasn’t for me sometime in the late 1980s when, with a Dons-supporting boyfriend at Pittodre, the opposition substituted a black player. The racism shocked and sickened me. That these ordinary folk in the stand beside me had brought a banana with them to express their […]
Things I learned from skiing in Scotland
On Saturday, Boy Two discovered that the strings attached to his snowboarding lessons were that he had to accompany his mother on trips to Glencoe when it suited her. “Really?” He said opening one eye. “Maybe later.” It was early o’clock on a Saturday and he had big plans with a box set and some […]