Looking for a job? Aren’t we all? Here’s one for you courtesy of this column. What you do first is chap on the Ministry of Defence’s door in Whitehall, whereupon you’ll be greeted by a chinless wonder.
Born free and take her to tusk. Here be elephants you’ll never forget. Their fate in Kenya is “breaking my heart”, says Karen Laurence-Rowe who has arrived in Edinburgh this week to draw our attention to their plight.
My introduction to carrot cake couldn’t have been tastier. We were in the lounge of their Chelsea home mid-morning when the gentlemanly Bryan Forbes made the offer I couldn’t refuse. “You must try Nanette’s carrot cake. She made it herself.”
Ladies, if you’ve got a big fat bum, forget it.
Frosty the showman. A man for all seasons. David Frost, 74, was at his zenith when we first met in Edinburgh and he answered my knock at his door in the George.
In the navy you can sail the seven seas but brace yourself. You’ll be in a navy without an aircraft carrier by 2017. Ship without a sail, so to speak, while they do a bits-and-pieces job on the new Queen Elizabeth at Rosyth.
Nice, even pretty, the artists’ impressions of how Princes Street would look if dopey, dithering, all-talk planners and chief execs got their way.
‘What are you waiting for?’, I ask myself. High time I got into this research lark. How does one wangle the job? What does it pay?1 comment
He had a habit, did Tom Ponton, to pontificate. At length. Mostly I’d listen and pass his spiel on to Evening News readers.
Trying to recall where, how and when I first met Annie Crawford. Mrs Anne Crawford, first wife of Jay Crawford, former deejay at Radio Forth.
Not to laugh. Having led a sheltered life, I’d never heard a swear word until I was plunged into newspapers.
Pies the limit. Things are buzzing at the Edinburgh Bakehouse. Baker/owner James Lynch has won an award in virtually every category of the Scotland Baker of the Year competition.
They don’t have a clue up there.
When Tom Willis took his shop to uppity George Street and opened his butchers emporium, chandeliers and all, the retailed trade was agog with the classic “too big for his boots” thing.
Chuffed to bits, the 50 pupils in the Mary Erskine/Stewart’s Melville Junior School’s Choir who’ll play a “significant” role in this year’s Edinburgh Military Tattoo.
Let’s get this straight for a start. I’m not a doctor. You’ll know by now. Neither am I a sadist. The rumours are untrue. But I’m seeing a lot of sadism in the ongoing TV coverage of the measles contagion in Wales.
Hardly a pretty sight. You’re propelled, ponderously, up the Waverley Steps (the shops on your right do look smart) but once the elevator has reached Princes Street, the welcome to Edinburgh is dubious.
THE last remaining vestiges of evening papers as I knew them (you at the back there, stop yawning) are endangered. I mean, seriously. We have hanging over us tests for alcohol using a fingerprint device with instant results.
Every time I see a chopper hover over Edinburgh I think Prince Andrew must be en route to another golfing jolly. Not at Kingsknowe or Barnton. More probably St Andrews or Muirfield.1 comment
YOU can go mental at the dental. My dentist, John Moore, with assistant Janis as an accomplice, always manages to give me the needle. Always rejects my offer to send my gnashers through the post.
SORRY I couldn’t make it on Friday night, the celebration of the refurb of the Celtic Lodge of Edinburgh and Leith 291 in Brodie’s Close in the Lawnmarket.
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