It’s time for me to play being a TV commissioning editor again: let’s see what I can come up with this time…
It has always been put down as “one of those things” that a lot of Weezer’s albums are called Weezer; it has always drawn me in that these albums exist.
York is a wonderful city to get lost in: every twist and wrong turn opens up a square, an arcade or a marketplace. I thoroughly recommend getting lost in York at any time of the year.
The glass bottomed boat skimmed through the water, in and out of rock formations with ease. We sat upstairs, under the shade of the sun deck above, and watched the mountains drift by.
An old man stands, pontificating. His thumbs are in his belt loops; his chest is puffed out. He issues pronouncements on all sorts of things, oblivious to the fact that no one is listening.
Edinburgh has been in my life for a long time, but I have never lived there. I have passed through, popped in for a visit, even spent the night, but I have never had the chance to live there. I feel like I’ve missed out.
St Andrew, was born in Lower Galilee, in modern-day Syria. It is a stone’s throw from the Golan Heights, but a million miles from the East Neuk of Fife. Yet there is a town in Fife which bears his name. As is usual for such connections, bones are involved.