Why I have no option
Originally posted on Quintin Jardine's blog:
I was born in Motherwell, Lanarkshire, somewhere between VE-Day and VJ-Day, at the drawn-out end of WWII. My home town made steel; it was sustained by the mills, even before the establishment of the Ravenscraig plant that dominated it for decades. It was a sectarian society, make no mistake about it;…
Interview!
For those who haven’t quite had enough of Jecks this week, there’s an interview up here on a great blog site – hopefully it’ll bring out something new even for readers who know me quite well!
Scotland – and my own sadness.
I find the whole debate about Scottish independence deeply saddening. I don’t speak from any nationalistic point of view here, but only from a deep concern about the future, no matter how the Scots vote. If I was a Scot, I’d probably want to be independent. There, I’ve said it. I’ve been pretty keen to … Continue reading
Spam – how do you recognise it?
First, many thanks for all the comments yesterday about my losing a reader. I am very glad to say that the guy is not only very sensible, he’s a deeply honourable fellow as well. I exchanged a series of messages with him during the day yesterday, and he’s changed his mind. He hadn’t seen the comments … Continue reading












