I’m writing this as we come out of an official period of mourning after the Queen’s funeral.
The world needs people who stand up for what they believe in.
In the 20-plus years since I’ve been writing, I‘ve never had the luxury of someone to type for me.
Edinburgh is filthy. As I write, the city is in day four of a 12-day strike by waste staff, and the rubbish is rising.
With large-scale in-person functions firmly back into our calendars, the number of events I’m hosting is picking up.
As I write this, light rain is falling on Inverness.
Have you heard of Opportunity Cromarty Firth? Sort of? Until recently, that was me too.
Radio Scotland phoned the other day to ask how much I love my mobile phone. Specifically, does my mobile phone impact my marriage?
When customs officials searched our motorhome last week, they weren’t counting the bottles of wine we’d bought to take home.
I have written this column in worse places. Right now, I am on the shore of a tiny lake in Normandy.
I AM always deeply sceptical of press releases from dating websites.
When I was a teenager, it was only bad boys and sailors who had tattoos.
Well, it didn’t take long to get that bunting down, did it?
There’s nothing like following politics to make me feel depressed. No – scratch depressed, I’m furious.
I was ‘one of those kids’ when I was wee; always curious, always asking questions.
You’ll have heard the one about the journalist who walked out of an awards dinner because she didn’t like the jokes?
If you’ve had the flexibility of working from home these past couple of years, you might get where I’m coming from.
Don’t you just love it when things are more beautiful than they need to be?
Have you heard the news from MFR? From next month it will be all-change for the “North’s Number One”
We finally did it – the turntable and a couple of hundred-weight of vinyl finally made it down from the loft last weekend