The temporary resurrection of the Royal Arch (that’s the actual arch as opposed to the pub in Broughty Ferry) was an ingenious wheeze, albeit one that smacked ever so slightly of the sins of the great-grandfathers being visited on the great-grandsons and great-grand daughters.
From time to time I am asked how come I seem to see so much wildlife.
This may not offer much consolation to the stricken ones from the other side of the Grand Canyon variously known as Sandeman Street and Tannadice Street but I don’t like to see Dundee United cast in the role of the Liberal Democrats of Scottish Football.
So Panmure is spared the house music extravaganza, for which its badgers among much else will be grateful – not that they were a consideration.
I have not been able to take the European referendum seriously since someone coined the word Brexit.