When I was a young journo I was at a reception and got talking to Bryan Forbes, who was making films with young British talent.
I asked him why he didn’t make them in Scotland. His reply: ‘I’d love to but you don’t have a sound stage.’
Fifty years later …….
Outstanding evening in Driftwood, Cala Montgo. Lasagne to kill for, magic chips, and a top rated Provençal pink wine. Great to be back.
I went to Edinburgh today. I had two meetings, so I took my car, to see if it was as bad as I had heard.
It wasn’t. It was much, much worse.
I can only hope that they let the lunatics take over the asylum, for they have to do a better job than the councillors.
I’m pleased to announce that Somewhere Over the Rainbow, my political folly, is now available on Amazon, in paperback format as well as in Kindle. Soon, it will be available also in audio, physical and download, published by Isis.
Here’s a link.
I know, I think Jeff Besos is the Anti-Christ, but he’s driving and my young friend Matt works for him.
Please, Unite members, get rid of this dangerous man.
RIP. One of the great character-builders.
Eh? Eccentric doesn’t cover it.
Here’s the way it is.
In the Independence Referendum, I voted Yes, because I’m passionately Scottish, and I believe that my nation can not only survive but be a force in the modern world.
In the EU Referendum I voted Leave, because I do not wish my grandson to be a citizen of the monstrous, ungovernable, riven Federal European State that I believe is inevitable. There’s already talk of the French ceding control of its nuclear deterrent to Europe.
Now Nicola wants me to vote again. She’s asking me to choose between remaining British or remaining European. The dozy mare is asking me to vote for the lesser of two evils.
Sorry lass, my grandson will always win.
He must have confused him with another Frenchman: wee guy, blue shirt, number 7. The tall guy with the blond dye job and the red shirt hardly kicked a ball all night.
fake news! He’s turning into Trump.
Wow. Gullane to North Berwick in half a second. Beam me up, Captain.
‘I blame the media.’ Articulate idiocy.
This guy has the nuclear codes.