Gary Robertson is Dundee’s modern McGonagall.
It is impossible to have anything but sympathy with Linda McDonald’s position that life for killers should mean life.
It might sound peculiar, but when I pass an industrial estate I don’t see warehouse after bland warehouse.
Camperdown was my playground as a youngster.
The Lemmings of Perth Road always provide a thrill.
Exploration and discovery was not limited to the moon in 1969.
The ‘Conshy’ was once home to hundreds of college students.
The more I think about the Pause scheme the more uncomfortable I become with it.
The irony is not lost on me that a rusting hulk may represent a bright new future for Dundee.
Going by the scenes in Dundee city centre last week, there must be a good living to be had in gown-making.