Hello, hello, hello, what’s all this then?
A prisoner has escaped.
He’s on the run.
Where the devil is he?
Hmm. Not sure.
Quick, ask the public for help. He must be found,
Here up, boss, we also better warn folk not to approach him as he could be a jolly dangerous sort.
Oh no, hold up, it’s OK here he is.
Why, in his prison cell.
The above is an imagined version of the kind of chat which must have gone on at Police HQ as a prisoner was reported missing from a Tayside jail only to be found in his cell. D’oh.
We have full details (and somewhat more factual ones than the fictitious account above which is recounted for purely dramatic purposes).
Meanwhile, if news of plucky pensioners (or at least a single plucky pensioner) climbing a ruddy big hill for charity floats your boat then my word, we have a treat for you. I’ll tell you why. It’s because we have the story of a plucky pensioner climbing a ruddy big hill. Inspiring AND entertaining.
The Commonwealth Games were brilliant. You know it, we know it, and now politicians know it too. That’s because an important fellow has told them. We have the full story.
A man with a piano used to live on a beach. But he’s moved. Find out why/when/where/how in your musical edition.
Friday traditionally sees the working week coming to a gentle close. And what better way to celebrate than with a blooming big row?
We can’t think of one. And nor can our political editor Kieran Andrews, Which is why he reports on the latest shenanigans regarding this bally referendum business. Lots of people are getting very cross about currency. We have the latest twists, and indeed turns, not to mention ups and downs.
For more on all of these stories, and many others, be sure to pick up Friday’s Courier. If it is an option you are after, try this for size our rip-roaring digital edition.