CHARLES Rennie Mackintosh is synonymous with Glasgow and the creative legacy he etched upon it.
Boys can be rotten, but girls are particularly skilled at inflicting psychological torture on one other
I have often holidayed in Turkey and always found it to be the most fascinating and welcoming of places.
Over the weekend I happened to catch a news report about how the country was celebrating 25 years of reunification.
I’ve never liked flying. Actually, scrub that. It’s probably more accurate to say I’ve never liked all the rigmarole that goes with taking a flight.
As a football daft youngster in Govan, or even years later as his stock rose at St Mirren and Aberdeen, it’s unlikely Sir Alex Ferguson would have imagined that he would one day be a visiting fellow at Harvard.
When, if ever, is it OK to ask a famous person for a selfie? I was faced with this very modern dilemma at the weekend when a global sporting superstar sat down just a few feet away. It’s not the quandary one necessarily expects when having a drink in Dalmarnock, but I was at the Emirates Arena having watched Andy Murray put Great Britain into the final of the Davis Cup for the first time since 1978.
As I walked by Glasgow University yesterday, the sight of hundreds of young people wandering around aimlessly with plastic bags evoked an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. Ah, Fresher’s Week.
There was much excitement this week at news that a new “superhenge” has been found just down the road from Stonehenge in Wiltshire.
