There is a junction on the M8 between Edinburgh and Glasgow named Eurocentral.
Should a man be bitten by the Brazilian Wandering Spider, he will experience multiple erections over several days. After that, too much damage means the proud days are over.
If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere, sang Frank Sinatra in New York, New York, a song that used to end every 18th and 21st birthday party in Ireland. It wasn’t just the Irish who yearned to go west we all did, enamoured by American plenty and American violence.
Confusing Scottish independence with the EU referendum is not helpful. It encourages people to make a decision on one thing based on an opinion about another. This may appear clever but it doesn’t stack up.
If you are going to host a feast, then don’t serve crumbs. We have a referendum on Europe a subject so marvellous, corrupt and necessary it should offer an orgy of ideas.
Valentine’s Day approaches with all the joy and anxiety we associate with love.
Back in 1999, the night before it was announced, John Swinney was bounced into accepting the “Penny For Scotland” policy.
Aberdeen, oil capital of Europe and boom town for decades, is finally feeling the pinch.
We are surrounded by zombies. The living dead from the referendum. Not just individuals but whole institutions, gripped by old arguments and incapable of new thought about the future.
Alex Bell is a former head of policy to Alex Salmond in the Scottish Government and a journalist of 30 years’ standing. Here he begins a new weekly column for The Courier.