WATCHING the waves of attack on devolution is a dispiriting reminder that our parliament in Edinburgh is held in open contempt by many in Westminster.
THERE’S a tall Scots Pine outside my window in the middle of Scotland’s biggest city. It looks ideal for scattering ashes in the decades yet to come but for now, it stands sentinel over a neighbourhood that reflects well on the current turbulence around immigration.
ALTHOUGH it has been partly overshadowed by the war in Gaza the independent public inquiry into the Covid pandemic is proving to be a revelatory affair.
I WAS half-way through Yellowface when it all kicked off.
SOMETIMES social media can raise profound issues which are submerged by fleeting fights and political point-scoring.
MY sincere apologies if this gets a bit nerdy but it’s virtually impossible to write about the surge in excavated pop music without being distracted by technology and terminology.
TRUE crime dominates the popular imagination. It is not simply a Scottish phenomenon, but it is a subject in which we seem to specialise. Podcasts, television shows and paperback books have all successfully scoured the story of the killers that dominate the criminal underground.
THERE is no greater metaphor to describe the events in Gaza than the fog of war.
IT is one of the odd contradictions of modern media that the problem tends to generate much more heat than the solution – unless, of course, it’s a bottle return scheme
IT no longer matters whether England’s high-speed train system is terminated, cut back, or splutters on into a tunnel of compromise: the damage is already done. The job has been botched.
