We are nearing the end of the ‘Year of Young People 2018’. Of course, defending our youth has to be a recurring theme, in a Scotland where one in four children live in poverty.
In my teens and not long after my Guinea pig had died, my Dad said to be careful as the felt tip I was using was a permanent marker. I thought how unfair it was that a pen could outlive a pig.
I’ve always loved the movies. Growing up, Saturdays in the South Side, were all about trying to get enough ‘chore’ money to go to the Eglinton Toll, the Bedford or the Mayfair.
Halloween or no’; She was a fright for sore eyes!
When I was wee, and my dad took me to the People’s Palace, I couldn’t believe we’d got in for nothing.
Forty years ago my sister married a “Malteser” so having a wee, out of season, family visit, am writing to you now from Malta. Where, not unlike home, it’s been bucketing down good style. Difference being, the rain is hot!
The play am doing at the Fringe (I may have mentioned it!) is set in the early 1990s.
'It’s lucky for me that it just wouldn’t be right to, ‘block yer maw’ on Facebook'.
Were you in the square last week?
