The recent hooha over Irn-Bru being stockpiled by fans desperate to safeguard their favourite drink before a reduced-sugar version comes out has left me reviewing the items I could not live without.
Since the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness has now given way, via the Chancellor of the Exchequer’s first (and last) autumn statement, to a session of giveaways and gloomy forecasting, I have a helpful suggestion to lighten your darkness.
Last week I threw my ancient and increasingly considerable weight behind our beleaguered young people.
Being deeply unfestive by nature, you don’t tend to get much in the way of jolly frivolity from me as the nights fair dra’ in and the end-of-year report inevitably looms.
I have taken the momentous decision that, in order to cope with the difficulties thrust upon us all by the events of the past 12 months, the only answer is to (continue to) order by the crate.
Nicola Sturgeon was feted like a rock star in the months post-indyref.
How can Christmas and New Year and all that stressful stuff be just over, Dry January be just starting (for some) and already we’ve got to the first Friday 13 of the year?
Never having been noted for his devotion to political correctness, it’s interesting to hear University Challenge quiz master and erstwhile political hatchet man Jeremy Paxman reckons the lack of women in the latter stage of his intellectually rigorous show is down to the fact men simply like quizzes more.
There was much more movement in Vern Cotter’s Six Nations squad than might have been expected, but don’t expect that much in the XV that run out at BT Murrayfield just before 5 pm on February 6.
Since this will be my last column, I hope I can be excused returning again to my real love: sport, and in particular rugby.