there is an argument that if you increase the price of a item that's bad for people, then consumption of said item falls. A message, already taken to heart, by an outfit called www.scottishfood.com if this ad for Irn-Bru is anything to go by. Fuckin' hell...
Inside: Thanks to Highland Pete for the heid's up...
With a new report urging organisational change to the party in Scotland, it would be so easy for the Tories to lose so much of value. Take the effortless sexual chemistry between Annabel Goldie and sole Scottish MP David Mundell. Just look at the light, flirtatious ease of their close bond and evident deeply held mutual affection.
OK, OK, I'm lying.
Have a look at the photo below. Is it actually possible for two people to sit so far apart in a contingent physical space? Apparently the answer to that question is "yes".
The facts are these. At midday last Wednesday, an explosion was heard coming from the Ross Priory Wood, damaging some woodland, outside Gartocharn. Strathclyde police at the scene have conducted a fingertip search, are pursuing several postitive lines of enquiry and expect the investigation to take some considerable time.
So, what happens next?
"Fingertip"search to be followed up with middle and proximal phalanx searches.
Leaves lying around thought to be work of previously unknown terrorist cell "The Autumn Winds".
After watching the Claims Direct ad on C5 before Tricia, several residents of Gartocharn are now hurriedly preparing claims for post-facto-post traumatic stress. One resident will tell The JT: " after I saw the news item about the explosion on the telly, I've haven't been able to sleep until bedtime."
Police enquiries likely to continue until decent levels of overtime claims have been amassed. I mean, after Xmas, January is such a long pay month isn't it?
Inside: This is true. A building near the wood is owned an operated by Strathclyde Yooni and used for functions. I suppose members of the Yooni's Chem Soc can account for their movements on or around the time of the explosion?
Politician of the year/ one half of classic comedy duo, Stan/Hugh/Laurel/Henry continued to confuse the fuck out of everyone last night by insisting in morphing between his two visual personaes. A Holyrood source told The JT: " It's fuckin' weird like. One minute you think he's just another middle-aged man, the next, you're looking for his fat mate."
Just now in then, in the quotidian grayness of the everyday, you come across an event that forces you to question all your values, forcing a recalibration of what you previously knew to be "right". Such an event occurred this Sunday, dear reader on turning to The Scotland on Sunday and reading a feature on George Mathewson, a complete and utter banker and one time chairman of the Royal Bank of Scotland. George tells the paper, that due to the banking crisis he's been forced to work on, scrapping his retirement plans. In working on, lets be clear that that doesn't mean he's greeting the customers at B and Q. By working on, in George's case, this means (and I quote):
"Mathewson sits on several boards, including a hedge fund and will take up a new post of chairman of Perth-based Stagecoach in January." No doubt cruel toil necessary to top up his winter fuel allowance.
Lest you start to tear up as I did, read on in the feature and you discover that George in one year, during his RBS tenure, received a cash bonus of £759,000. And presumably equally generous bungs in ever other year of his tenure.
Readers of a certain age may recall the above greatest lyric from the world's best ever love song. Readers of a less certain age are now invited to agree with me that this is now officially the world's greatest lyric.
I know from the stats that a majority of my exalted readership are exiled in Foreign, cruelly cut off from the Mitherland, so forgive me if the next bit doesn't ring any bells.
BBC Radio Scotland, faced with declining listener numbers are just about to launch a new daytime schedule.
I've got my own ideas on why the numbers are slipping, an argument that can be summarised in just five words: "Fred MacAulay and Tom Morton" but let's leave that for another day and consider instead the identity of the new, noon-time news show anchor.That would be BBC Scotland rugby pundit John Beattie. Er, OK. Now I'm all for programmers thinking outside the box, and Radio Scotland seriously needs a massive kick up the arse because most of the output is middle-aged and white breid, but John Beattie, fronting a news show?
What's next, Chick Young presenting a series on post-existential French philosophy? I might be wrong here, but it feels like a presenter-shift too far. Like it or not, news coverage on radio (especially on radio) has to convey a certain gravitas, I'm not sure John brings that to the yard. Imagine: "And reports are just coming in that World War Three is underway. In a moment, we'll be attempting to contact those reporters across the globe not yet engulfed in a radioactive firestorm, but first, what will this all mean for the Six-Nations schedule?"
Inside: "And coming up next on BBC Radio Scotland, relationship advice from Jim Traynor."