September 2008 Archives

WINE is a great comforter - and we sure need comforting in these dark and anxious days.
Which is why my gel Posh Boots and I took ourselves off to the inaugural meeting of a club organised by my friends Rocky and Melony, which they have named the New (Brighton) Educative Wine Tasting Society.
I know! And we're calling it NEWTS for short!
Unfortunately, I had a bit too much vino at the historic first gathering and "made a show" of myself.

IT'S an innocent scene repeated daily right across our country between 3pm and 4pm ...
Parents rock up on foot and in cars to collect their children from the school gates.
There is nothing wrong, individually, with what each mum and dad is doing as part of the school run. They do it out of love and duty.
Collectively though, to see it happening sends a shudder down my spine - because it signifies a sinister change in social behaviour which has happened within my lifetime.

BEEN getting out and about a bit recently, visiting old pals in Edinburgh and London, and trying to make sense of the world (I know, a forlorn hope ).
I was impressed with Edinburgh. There's a buzz about the place and a general good cheer on the streets that you don't find very often in England any more.
I was there to see friends I used to work alongside in the newspaper industry in Scotland ... the Dark Booth, Big Scott, Wee Alan and a fellow known mysteriously as Stairwell ... plus some of their WAGS.