…reaches up into the dawn sky, straining for sunlight.
Kirkcaldy is getting its fair share of early light too, on the other side of the Forth. 173 more words
I’ve always loved this photo and was really pleased to find it in an album my dad sent to me recently. He’d written underneath that the man on the far left is his friend Joe Malone, and of course I recognise my dad on the right, but I have no idea who the others are. 25 more words
A couple of weeks ago I spent an evening in the company of Ken Clarke, one of British politics’ big beasts.
That night, recounting his achievements and countering his critics, Clarke seemed like a man at the end of his political tether; a misunderstood old-school patrician slightly confused by the antics of his upstart public school successors. 609 more words
Welcome to episode 65 of Where The Action Is and our usual mix of the weird and the wonderful from the late 50s through to the early 70s, including mod, soul (northern and southern), beat groups, psych pop and girl sounds, as well as our regular features. 984 more words