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.
Since this will be my last column, I hope I can be excused returning again to my real love: sport, and in particular rugby.
Last week I threw my ancient and increasingly considerable weight behind our beleaguered young people.
We often think of exports in the physical form.
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.
It was Abraham Lincoln who uttered the fantastic phrase all good procrastinators love: “Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.”
Nicola Sturgeon was feted like a rock star in the months post-indyref.
The new Dell WGC World Matchplay champion and World No 1 Jason Day is in very many ways an admirable figure.
Being from the west coast originally, elements of old-time slang (“ma bit” – my place of residence; “ginger” – any form of soft drink containing manufactured bubbles, see also “Vimto”; “wally close” – a superior tiled entrance to a vertical stack of bijoux apartments or “single ends”) still hang about when I’m speaking to people.
I’ve wallowed nostalgically recently in tales of warm sunshine days of yesteryear and soggily sweet memories enshrined in a rose-coloured glow.