THE SMALL THINGS

I think again about choices. It’s pouring with dreary old rain; the sky is like dirty washing-up water. Even Scotland’s great beauty cannot...

Author’s note: I’m all played out today, and I have absolutely no idea whether any of this makes any sense. For some bizarre reason of my ow...

I was going to do a mighty blog for you today. It was going to be about love and nuance. I had it all in my head, running like tickertape. T...

A lunatic storm comes blasting out of the west. It is Chicken Licken weather, with the wind howling so viciously that I keep looking up at t...

I go to sleep with the gentle sound of Vic Marks in my ear and wake up to nothing . There is only the plucking, howling sound of wind beatin...

The sun shines like a crazy thing. I go out for the first time this year without a coat. In truly inappropriate, not-giving-a-damn fashion, ...

It was a glorious sunny day in the south, but I get atrocious reports of blizzards and ice at home, and now feel rather gloomy about bashing...