Bloody 'Ell, is it that time of year already.
Voters being beaten by state police, polling stations being raided and shut down, political leaders arrested.
It was cabaret time in Aberdeen at the weekend ... not in any swish venue, mind, just in the city centre in general.
It’s now at the point of just being a huge tease, this whole city bypass malarkey.
Five years ago, if anyone had asked me where to see dolphins in Scotland, I’d have packed them off to the Moray Firth.
Just when I thought the “Scottish cringe” couldn’t get any worse it turned up last week, writ large.
I’m not big on having regrets in life – it’s too short for moping around thinking “if only I had ...”.
If moaning was a sport, some people in Aberdeen would be beating world records and winning Olympic gold medals.
I’m no stranger to the Edinburgh Tattoo and over the years I have watched US Marines throw around rifles with razor sharp bayonets, flaming arrows fired over the ramparts and cannons hurtle around the Castle Esplanade.
I’m still bitterly disappointed we’ve reached 2017 and I still don’t have a jet pack for getting around.
I indulged in a bit of time travel at the weekend ... and there wasn't a Tardis in sight.
The Doctor has been a part of my life for ... well, forever really.
Drugs raids are so commonplace these days that there is almost a "so what?" factor about the early morning clatter of battering rams on barricaded doors.
How's your Wednesday going then? Mine is all about lazing in the sun, drinking cold beer and reading cool books.
I witnessed a dead man being brought back to life at a crematorium last week.
Like many of my generation getting a smack from mum and dad was part of growing up in the 60s and 70s.
There are two things in life which are, in my oh-so-humble opinion, a massive waste of time and effort.
I am lucky to live in one of the most beautiful parts of the world, with ancient castles, soaring mountains and stunning coastlines.
Three weeks ago I publicly declared I wasn’t going to moan about the AWPR roadworks on the A90 at Stonehaven.
My dad tried to instil in me a love of football and general and Hearts in particular.
Can we not use the phrase "game on" about IndyRef2, please.
The clock is ticking on Theresa May's countdown to Brexit and there are still a few unanswered questions.
How is Valentine’s Day going for you then? Are you indulging in cards, flowers, wine and chocolates?
Are you scared yet? If not, don’t you think you should be?
You may not know, or particularly care, but Begbie is an ancient and venerable Scottish name.
Gosh, free parking in the city centre after 5pm, what a brilliant idea to boost the heart of Aberdeen.
What a difference a year makes ... Just 12 months ago to the day I was waxing lyrical about all 2016 had in store for us using that old Chinese curse of “may you live in interesting times” as a springboard.
Hang on a minute while I put on my Mystic Meg hat and make a prediction for 2017.
I’m not familiar with the works of Kafka, but after a run-in with a major telecom company I am now achingly familiar with the concept.
Would you believe it, there’s been a miracle on Union Terrace Gardens ...