A Dundee businessmen falls from a window on to railings below – a horrible death now thought part of the new world order.
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.
Who knew that death cults were on Police Scotland’s radar? Certainly not the family and friends who went to drink and be merry on Loch Leven, only to find their Sunday night campsite the focus of emergency service searchlights and helicopter swoops.
I have relatives who toasted white supremacists of the US south. The moment occurred decades ago, according to a family tale, a story only recounted once, and in disgust. That it was all a long time ago is the point – we forget our sins.
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.
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.
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.
A suicide note is a mix of the self-serving and the raw truth.