The last person I expected to see on press night at Eden Court’s panto was a man who had been murdered the night before.
I DIDN’T mean to watch the final of the World Cup on Sunday afternoon
It’s that time of the year where we find out 2022’s official Words of the Year.
These days I can measure someone’s happiness by how long they have left on their fixed-rate mortgage.
That’s it – my garden recycling bin has been filled to bursting for the final time this year.
On Monday morning, Dolly Parton was trending on Twitter, and that cold pang of fear struck.
As a student I worked in restaurants – we all did, didn’t we?
It doesn’t matter how old your children are; as a parent you never really stop worrying about them.
In several of the coaching sessions I have conducted recently, the issue of imposter syndrome has arisen.
Grief runs to its own timetable in each of us, impacts us all differently, and going through it is a far-from linear process.
It’s the question on everyone’s lips; what do we really want from our elected representatives?
I’m writing this as we come out of an official period of mourning after the Queen’s funeral.
The world needs people who stand up for what they believe in.
Like me, you were probably watching the telly on Thursday for the news we knew must be coming but were collectively dreading, writes Nicky Marr.
In the 20-plus years since I’ve been writing, I‘ve never had the luxury of someone to type for me.
Edinburgh is filthy. As I write, the city is in day four of a 12-day strike by waste staff, and the rubbish is rising.
With large-scale in-person functions firmly back into our calendars, the number of events I’m hosting is picking up.
As I write this, light rain is falling on Inverness.
Have you heard of Opportunity Cromarty Firth? Sort of? Until recently, that was me too.
Radio Scotland phoned the other day to ask how much I love my mobile phone. Specifically, does my mobile phone impact my marriage?
