Take a stroll through Perth city centre and you will notice how its once-barren brick walls are trying to tell you something.
When someone who is constantly labelled a reality TV or Instagram star - or even worse still a “social media influencer” - says something, it’s fair to say it can be taken with a pinch of salt more often than not.
It's strange to think that just a few years ago, Perth's Christmas lights switch-on ceremony consisted of a few hardy souls huddled around a tree on a cold November night.
Had a chuckle recently at a post on social media last week which read: “FFS, I wish those kids would stop setting off fireworks a week early... the dog’s hiding underneath the Christmas tree.”
The common misconception that parking attendants have booking targets to meet was once again challenged this week when it emerged that the number of valid tickets being handed out has actually fallen in Fife in the past year.
Two weeks ago, Perth College principal Dr Margaret Cook tweeted a photograph of a flash looking BMW convertible.
"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
As a teenage indie rock aficionado and John Peel devotee, I had no truck with the likes of Westlife.
I might be closer to 50 now than 25, but I'm not at the point of considering myself over the hill.
I would rather swim through a river of llama waste than watch a TV show presented by Bear Grylls... ironically enough.