Frank Gilfeather: A hole lotta candidates for the WARPA awards
The current troubles surrounding Aberdeen’s ailing retail sector can’t be fixed by the local authority.
The current troubles surrounding Aberdeen’s ailing retail sector can’t be fixed by the local authority.
Hugging has been on my agenda in recent days.
It’s like the death of an uncle you see only a few times a year.
When the Holyrood inquiry committee delivered its findings on the Salmond-Sturgeon clash, nobody paid attention.
The Hate Crime Bill has been a controversial piece of legislation and, in places, difficult to comprehend.
Nicola Sturgeon must feel as if she’s in one of those horror movies where the walls – with spikes – are closing in on her.
Now we wait.
Say what you like about the Scottish Football Association, but you wouldn’t want them running a raffle for your local Scout troop or youth club.
Staycation. It’s the buzz word of the moment.
For those unconvinced that Scottish independence would be a panacea for all our woes, we can at least be assured help is at hand from a (very) unlikely source.
She stood dominant and fearsome, tapping a long cane against her jackboots.
The local authority recognises that having the Dons in town would be good for the city centre economy, although God forbid there are any thoughts of using council taxpayer money as some kind of sweetener.
Local authorities throughout the land have been grinding them into rubble for years.
Okay, I admit it. I haven’t taken this Covid business seriously enough; until now.
A member of Parliament has been arrested, partygoers around the country have been heavily fined and even two mountaineers were penalised by the plods – all for breaking Covid restrictions.
It's that time of year again when columnists wish their readers – even those who can’t quite come to terms that the writer’s opinions may differ from theirs – a Merry Christmas.
Is Nicola Sturgeon’s star, and with it support for the SNP, on the wane?
I’ve always thought acting was quite a strange, precarious, but fun way to earn a living.
Phew! That was a narrow escape.
Had he been around today, Noel Coward might have had a new version of his song, Don’t Put Your Daughter on the Stage, Mrs Worthington.
It has been a near-catastrophic last few days in my house, what with the threat of the TV being removed after I dared to smile when Scotland beat Serbia to qualify for the European football championship next year.
Are we heading for a happy ending to the Covid-19 story?
Dear Mr President, as you will now forever be known. You have played a blinder in your role as the leader of the free world, with your finger on the pulse – not to say the red button – of global affairs.
Remember the Aberdeen nine? It’s just become 10.
I can see the posters: “Not coming to a town near you anytime soon: first minister super-glued to Covid lectern".
If you're a working man or woman, resident in Aberdeen and reading this, contain yourself for a couple of minutes when I inform you that employees in the Granite City are awash with dosh.
Nicola Sturgeon has been praising the press this week, presumably through gritted teeth.
First, the stark, eye-popping fact: almost 100,000 people in Scotland could lose their jobs by the end of the year as the Covid crisis bites more deeply.
Dear First Minister. I feel your pain. Those stiletto heels.
SUE Barker has confessed she had to be crow-barred out of the presenter’s seat of A Question of Sport and admitted she would not have gone voluntarily.