Monthly Archives: August 2009

Dust jackets and raincoats

Last week I went to Wigtown, Scotland’s self-styled ‘Town of Books’. It’s only a wee place, but it is in a very pretty part of the world, and its inhabitants obviously have some imagination. Standing in the pouring Galloway rain … Continue reading

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Black pudding and a fried slice

I know it is a tune this jukebox has played before, but the plight of the humble fryup was once more thrust onto my plate this morning. And discontent shared is discontent doubled. It was sometime round midday. Too early … Continue reading

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Itsy bitsy nano micro

So I was reading a blog today that said blogs were dead. The writer was well aware of the contradictions in this. I wonder what will be next to die. Print ‘died’ a long time ago, and people have for … Continue reading

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The entrepreneurs

They’re there most weekends, and pretty much every school holiday. Four sisters, between the ages of about seven and twelve, standing out front of the kennel-like council block opposite my flat. Where kids their age round here ought to be … Continue reading

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