Buskers

I have busked once. It was a disaster of epic proportions. We had a rehearsal room just off Buchanan Street in Glasgow underneath the street level in an old print room. One day, when I really should have known better, Read More …

Radio Days

I watched (with bemused detachment) the BAFTA TV awards the other night. It was something the family could watch together and it passed a dead hour before the news came on. Exhausted by struggling with my IKEA assembly earlier in the Read More …

Race

  It’s been a strange old week for America and race relations. From my daughter in Baltimore I’ve had a first hand account of the appalling miscarriage of justice that led to the subsequent riots. From the middle of these Read More …