IT WAS 27 degrees in Abuja yesterday.
IF ONLY one of the richest men in the world and one of Scotland's doughtiest campaigning groups for the poor could agree on something.
The last week has been dominated by two truly horrendous foreign news stories:
NOW that is a Glesga' kiss to take pride in.
HOW did the hipster burn his mouth?
You would be forgiven if you had missed it but there is a quiet revolution going on in the global utility sectors.
ONCE again I find myself convinced that I'm living in the wrong century.
PERHAPS my friends are cynical but, in the run-up to the Commonwealth Games, only one topic of conversation seemed to come up more than disparaging jibes about the "McTorch" and complaints about the number of athletes seemingly shunning the event.
A long-standing friend, an avowed nationalist, has been fond of joking over many years that, come the Great Day of Freedom, any government of a new-found, truly independent Scotland would have but one policy to pursue:
'Were any other country on Earth doing what is being done in Gaza, there would be worldwide uproar."
AMONGST her many interests my wife was fond of waging war on tat - anything she dismissed, with no real pretence at affection, as dust-collectors.
I recently watched a programme on Gene Clark, the Byrd who flew the nest.
Reports that the Scottish Government's Help to Buy scheme has hit a cash shortfall for this financial year is a worrying development.
Some people pay Tony Blair a great deal of money for his advice.
Our conversation turned to tribes.
Eighty years ago the eminent writer Edwin Muir toured Scotland and then wrote a book called Scottish Journey.