A VE Day baby

It was awful nice of the RAF to fly over my back garden this morning to mark the day, according to calculations, that I was conceived. Some say they were on their way to Edinburgh Castle for another bit of business, but I know better. Thanks to the founders of the...

He’s back!

Aw hell, not that I wish Boris Johnson ill, but his first appearance yesterday on the steps of no 10 after his encounter with C-19 confirmed all the worst we have come to expect. His hyperbolic manner (“I’m not prepared to throw away all the hard work of...

A bit late but getting there

OK I’m getting a wee bit more serious about spreading the word by various means. See what being banged up all day for twelve weeks can do to a man – it’s come to this: I have a brand-new facebook page¬†https://www.facebook.com/TrainspottingTim and a...

Tipping times

I always think of the equinoxes as the tipping points of the year, not the solstices. It’s not just the point in the earth’s orbit that’s at the tipping point this equinox, it’s that wee virus, it’s the world economy, it’s the...

Leaping or limping?

On this 29th February, the likes of which we won’t see for another oooh, well, four years, do we have a spring in our step as we walk into a bright new future, or are we limping into near-total shut-down of social life in the face of Coronavirus? It...

the man Burns, an a’ that…

Leith Festival kindly invited me to propose the toast at its fundraising Burns Supper this week. Here is the text in full; it had a mixed reception, and I accept that some may think it’s too political for the occasion, that’s a matter of judgement. Several...