Monthly Archives: July 2014

Missing in action

The mercury’s soaring in Scotland, and my brain is fried. Actually, it’s not fried, it’s just slowed right down to a gentle simmer while Word Up is having some time off to enjoy a few rays and some R&R. But fear not, as the well suntan-oiled muscle machine that is Arnie Schwarzenegger, would say, I’ll

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A bit of a gong and dance

It’s Glasgow. It’s 2014. Very soon some fabulously fit people are going to be doing their damnedest to take to the top step of a podium to be decorated with a golden gong. Medals, trophies, cups, statuettes, glittery baubles – we sure do place a lot of stock in the symbols of mighty endeavour on

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Sick as a parrot

Sole trading? It’s enough to make me sick. Picture the scene. It’s half an hour before you’re due to head off to deliver some work for a client, when the words that strike fear and loathing into the very soul of every sole trader or small business come calling. No, not “hello, this is HMRC,

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Ageing, with attitude

Cardi, slippers and a wee sweet sherry? No, ta. I’m not quite ready for mind-numbing middle age. Or maybe I’m just kidding myself on. I’ve got just about enough marbles left to be well aware that I ain’t no spring chicken no more – the harsh truth of the matter is that I am well and truly

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