Boxing day. The day where the majority of people are overcome by food / drink regret, before saying “ach fuck it” and opening another “family” sized bag of crisps or getting stuck into the leftover trifle. I’m not going to add myself to that group today. Well, what I mean is that although I will… Continue reading ‘Tis (just about still) the Season… Let’s Talk Scotland’s Reflections on 2017 (Part 2)
No, don’t stop reading before you even start! This isn’t going to be some pishy, hippy, wanky look back at a year in which I have been “blessed” or “found myself”, or a reflection on how *another* year has flown by and I’m one step closer to death (although, that last bit is very true).… Continue reading ‘Tis the Season… Let’s Talk Scotland’s Reflections on 2017 (Part 1)
I am hungover* today. To be honest, this has been a bit of trend for the last few weeks. November was pretty much an entire month of one Lovely Thing after another. It started with a week in sunny Lanzarote (the main themes of which were awesome scenery, much cheese eating and very cheap, very… Continue reading Beer and Cheer! The Campervan Brewery
Oban is one of those places I went to a cajillion times as a kid and have very fond memories of. Incidentally, that includes us and our Grannie spotting a drunk guy asleep on the beach. Being pecked by seagulls. In the early afternoon. In the rain. The town – on the west coast in… Continue reading Oban. Oh Man.
As previously explained here, I am not the best at restaurant reviews. Don’t get me wrong – I love food. Actually, that’s an understatement of significant proportions: I’m the sort of person who whilst they are eating a meal is planning the next one. And, I’m not afraid to admit that I do get a… Continue reading Beautiful Food in Beautiful Places – Number 1: The Shorehouse and Handa Island
In the last couple of years, I have started spending time on (cue dramatic music) The Other Side Of The Bridge. By this, I mean over the Forth, from Edinburgh to the Kingdom of Fife (no, I dunno why it’s called a “Kingdom” – what am I, Wikipedia?) and – more specifically, Dunfermline. Up until… Continue reading A Non-Fifer’s Guide to Dunfermline
Right, so: the Deep Fried Mars Bar. This is something that does my dinger. To clarify, not the concept per se: if you want to dip a chocolate bar in batter, deep fry it in old chip fat and enjoy it in all it’s gooey, sticky goodness, that leads you to entering a sugar rush so… Continue reading This is not A Thing! Part One of F**k Knows How Many…