If you’re having a dry January, look away now.
Once women get beyond a certain age (which begins with a five and ends with a zero), they are constantly warned that unless they slather their faces in stuff on a regular basis their skin will begin to crack and eventually disintegrate. This has prompted me to compile one of my handy cut-out-and-keep guides. Welcome to skincare routines through the decades:
Being the target of cybernat attacks is par for the course for any Unionist who dares to defend Great Britain too conspicuously.
When the BBC was forced last summer to reveal the pay details of employees earning more than £150,000 there was widespread outrage.
Who knew that death cults were on Police Scotland’s radar? Certainly not the family and friends who went to drink and be merry on Loch Leven, only to find their Sunday night campsite the focus of emergency service searchlights and helicopter swoops.
It has been a difficult week for being me. I found myself firstly outraged, then confused, then humiliated and apologetic in the face of very kindly and understanding customer service people.
I have been reading the runes in some of the quieter backwaters where agriculture and nature cohabit (and sometimes annoy each other the way neighbours sometimes do). And having read and thought about what I’d read, a troubling question began to take shape in my mind: how long will it be before the British Government starts culling badgers in Scotland as part of what passes for its strategy to control bovine TB in England?
It is time to take the NHS out of political control. The political management of our health service doesn’t work and ultimately sabotages the NHS.
Nicola Sturgeon has been forced to apologise at least twice in the past week over her handling of the NHS in Scotland.
By the time the Scottish Tories hold their spring conference in Aberdeen, just under a month from now, who knows what state the party will be in nationally.