Underneath the spreading chestnut tree…

Underneath the spreading chestnut tree…

No, this isn’t going to be a post about old nursery-rhyme songs, Winston Smith, Mr Charrington and 1984, apposite as that might be when it comes to current times and trends in UK and US politics. Instead, it’s a reference to a poem by Longfellow, entitled...
Always read the small print…

Always read the small print…

It’s a good rule of thumb, reading the small print. Taking out a mortgage? Signing the employment contract for your new, executive suite, highly-paid job? Signing your multi-million pound major label record deal or assigning the Hollywood film rights to your...
(Anti-)Social Media…

(Anti-)Social Media…

Ah, Facebook. That dodgy doyen of data miners. The pernicious paragon of privacy invaders. The appalling accomplice of advert slingers. We all know what Facebook is like but, at some point, we’ve decided “Oh well, it’s useful for keeping in touch...
Really, Really Heavy Horses

Really, Really Heavy Horses

Anyone who has visited Falkirk has probably seen these guys – the Kelpies. For anyone who isn’t already familiar with them, they are two massive metal statues (the largest equine statues in the world) in the form of the necks and heads of two heavy horses,...
Finding a voice…

Finding a voice…

If I were to dig out all of the old posts that used to be on this blog, you would find a distinct pattern emerging. It’s probably best described as extended periods of silence, punctuated by occasional short bursts of activity.  In fact, it got so bad at one...
Music

Music

Ah, music hath charms to soothe a savage breast and if music be the food of love, give me excess of it! I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t love music. Even as a small child, I loved listening to music in some shape or form and tormented my...