It was used toilet paper. The scrap floated past, like seaweed. For the first swim of the holiday, it wasn’t a good start. We are promised paradise, but get partially decayed toilet paper in the salty waters of the Mediterranean.
George Orwell analysed Scot/Jew jokes.
This is typed from the same desk as my first column for a newspaper, written 18 years ago. I look up and there is the same view of Loch Tay. In the foreground a burn and some trees, then a field, patchy with reeds. Then the loch water, with a pattern of light that is never the same across the surface. And then the hills to the south.
Thousands marched to protest about Donald Trump’s suspect election and anarchic presidency yet we learn the Brexit vote was corrupt and the streets are empty.
The President of the United States visits Scotland this weekend. Not so long ago that would have been a cause for celebration, yet Donald Trump’s trip is likely to see protest marches and a snub from the government.
A car pulls up the drive of Chequers. Theresa hears the gravel crunch.
John Swinney cannot be sacked, no matter how bad our schools become. That is the message from the Scottish Government’s abject failure on education.
Drug policy is a verb which declines like this – I’m just having fun, you should just say no – but we all want to just get off our faces. It is individual sanctimony versus the human urge to get out of it.
Britain is debating with itself over Brexit. So says Leo Varadkar, the Irish Taoiseach.
A suicide note is a mix of the self-serving and the raw truth.