Buddies, besties, chums, mates, muckers… I’ve always been fascinated by the nature of friendship but this month I met three pals I’d previously only known from the online world. Pleased to say that they did not disappoint IRL. Those encounters gave me food for thought about how some bonds last a lifetime whilst others crash
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Category Archives: Me, myself, I
Taps aff. As soon as the sun cracks the sky here in the frozen north (Glasgow), our citizens shed as many clothes as is legally possible to blast their wan, celtic bodies with warmth and vitamin D. And given that we had several days of splendid spring sunshine recently, acres of snowy white Scottish skin
Absolutely can’t stand Valentine’s Day. All that rose-tinted, saccharine-enwrapped consumerist shit. That’s not love, that’s nothing more than guilt-inducing profit-mongering. But l do like love. Course I do, who doesn’t love love? Whether it’s the heart-racing, face-flushing, endorphin-boosting, whole-body-engulfing tsunami of new love, or the joy of seeing the long term object of your affections
I’m a bolshie wee bugger and no mistake. But it wasn’t always like this, I was a right fearty when I was wee. In fact, the inner scaredy cat in me hung around for a long, long time – well into adulthood. Occasionally, that uncertain, unconfident, shy wee girl still makes her trembling presence felt
I’m most def not a horoscope kinda gal, but it’s always entertained me that I share a birthday with Barbara Cartland. We don’t have a helluva lot in common (as far as I know, she wasn’t that keen on The Clash), but Barbara was a trailblazer for extreme eyelashes, and I do a like a
This spring has been a biggie chez nous. As the daffodils tentatively turned their golden trumpets to the (occasional) sun, I was marking 10 years since leaving a long career at the BBC. And as is always the case with the passage of time, it’s been hard to believe that a whole decade has flown
2022? Can’t wait to see to the back if it. For all sorts of reasons it’s been a right royal pain in the arse. The year didn’t start all that well, the omens were bad even before January shuffled off it’s dreich days – I definitely felt a bad moon rising. But some years are
Always look on the bright side of life, eh? Well bugger that when the light at the end of tunnel is all but extinguished. It’s such a bummer that the year is ending in gloom. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s important to focus on the positive, but the pressures presented by Omicron make it supremely
Courage mon braves
Some like to suggest that you should keep politics out of business, but I say bugger that. And anyway, I don’t see much evidence of neutrality from the tech bros, Jim Ratcliffe, James Dyson or Michelle bloody Mone. So brace yersels, this wee wumman’s colours are about to get nailed firmly to the mast. But