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Monthly Archives: March 2008
Saving Our Botanics
The Glasgow Botanic Garden is a treasure grove of abandoned Victorian buildings, rose gardens, playing grounds, medicinal plant beds, squirrels chasing squirrels and big glasshouses filled to the brim with exotic plants. For some unfathomable reason, a property developer has … Continue reading
Careful, Stumble, You Might Fall
I’d show you a picture, but it’s a bit too gruesome: I have yarn burn on my left hand. It’s all band-aided up now, but I had to abandon the yarn-fest late yesterday night after it started hurting too much. … Continue reading
Posted in Bibliophilia, Personal, yarn
Tagged books, Glasgow, health, linguistics, self
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Novy Odense
The pilot gingerly untangled his fingers from the rope he’d been holding on to, worked out which way up he was, shifted the tool box off his legs, wiped the oily water out of his eyes, and hauled himself upright. … Continue reading
Riddle Me This: What Can You Do With Paper?
Today a gækkebrev arrived. Literally meaning “a riddling letter”, a gækkebrev is a letter in the shape of an elaborate paper cut-out with a riddle written in its middle. Sometimes a snowdrop is included with the letter, sometimes the riddle … Continue reading
The Chalets – Feel the Machine
Still one of the best singles of the Noughties (and I love the video too).
No Electricity, But Much Excitement
We went to the hospital today for a long-awaited appointment. I have been undergoing epilepsy tests but they came out negative. No abnormal electrical currents or any abnormal brain structures – I’m relieved that I’m not dying of a brain … Continue reading
Posted in Alasdair Gray, Art, Bibliophilia, Personal, Print Culture, Scotland
Tagged Alasdair Gray, Art, Crafty, events, Glasgow, health, Literature, neurology, Print Culture, self, texts and words
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A Corner of a Foreign Field
A blustery day in Glasgow. We seized the moment when the rain stopped and went into city centre to buy me a cinnamon latte and browse quickly through the bargain offers in Waterstones. This is what passes for normalcy – … Continue reading
The Hills are Alive
If Rufus Wainwright were a soft toy..
Underneath the Trees
Ladies and gentlemen, we had snow the other day. You might think that my Viking Blood might’ve caused me to embrace the weather and frolic through the snow like some demented Norse god, but no. I hate snow. Blame it … Continue reading





