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.
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.
Some good news about Somewhere Over the Rainbow, my political fantasy, which until now has only been available in ebook form on Amazon and Kobo. Sometime soon it will be available in audio format, physical and download, published by Isis. Once I can find time to finish an edit it will also be available as a paperback on Amazon.
Look out also for downloadable audio versions of the two Oz shorts, Born to be Wild, and The Last Chickenpig.
RIP Gerald Kaufman, MP, and thanks for your kindness as the Scotsman crime fiction reviewer.
I am delighted to announce that after scrutiny by PwC it was actually me who won the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay, for the film version of Skinner’s Rules starring Oz Blackstone.
Thanks to everyone who has been catching up with the affairs of the not-so-late Oz Blackstone, as outlined in my two short stories, Born to be Wild and The Last Chickenpig.
I had hoped to be publishing another today, but I’m still in full Skinner mode. Coming soon though.
I stopped being a fan of film musicals, if I ever was, around half a century ago. In truth Guys and Dolls was the only one that ever stood out for me. I skipped West Side Story, and found myself hoping that the Von Trapp family didn’t make it to the border.
Therefore when my dear wife asked me to take her to see La La Land my eyes didn’t light up with the anticipation of it.
We went, though. My verdict? Better than just okay, but I don’t anticipate a sequel.
Why is WonderWoman on the front of the new Royal Bank fiver?
I could spend all morning listening to Ed Sheeran. But I’d better not.
Oh Hell, why not? The new stuff is an Earworm Festival.
- Why do seats in Edinburgh only come in one size?
Switched on BBC Breakfast, switched it off again. I will not have Steph McGovern forced on me at this time of the morning, or any other time, truth be told.
Last night I finally got round to watching Trainspotting, after all these years. Nice cameo, Irvine.
Yesterday I shared an opinion piece from the Guardian attacking President Trump for signing an order denying US funds to any organisations that support abortion. Note that word: opinion. This morning in my mailbox I found a tirade from someone called Ed . . . that’s all, just Ed . . . instructing me to stop reading the Guardian and start thinking for myself. Mystery man, having thought about it, I can’t decide whether that was more insulting than stupid, or vice versa. Close run thing.
Ed suggests that the time to think about wanting a baby is before you think about having a relationship. While it might inspire a debate about carts before horses, he’s entitled to that view, as is the Guardian columnist to hers. But he also believes that contraception is the only way to prevent unwanted pregnancy. Well, Ed, it’s not; that would be abstinence. It would also be rather difficult for practising Catholics. Where he really consigned himself to the trash can, though, was in offering in support of his belief . . . a belief to which he is entitled and which I respect . . . a story line from Coronation Street.
They make it up, Ed. Best avoid Holby City, for the good of your health.