Let us choose to be normal. Not defiant or angry but as we were and as we choose to be – cool and passionate according to our moods, human and humane, sensible and contradictory as ever – while sending our love to Manchester.
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.
Russia may be the only party to come out of British politics well in this election.
One event at next month’s Dundee Women’s Festival is entitled "Only 1 in 3 councillors in Scotland are women – why?!"
As a terror attack occurs in the Palace of Westminster, it seems we can't escape terrorism.
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.
With news that the Tories are game-planning indyref2, some nationalists are getting out the tap shoes and preparing to dance on the Union’s grave.
Dundee likes a maverick – whether its Churchill in the early part of the 20th Century, or returning a lone urban SNP MP in its last decade.
It is time to take the NHS out of political control. The political management of our health service doesn’t work and ultimately sabotages the NHS.
A suicide note is a mix of the self-serving and the raw truth.