Black Star

‘Do you think we’ll get another referendum, then?’

Something disrupts the song I’m listening to, a sixth sense, a feeling there are eyes on me. I turn around. Un-suction waxy earphones. He repeats his question.

‘Do you think we’ll get another referendum?’

He’s spilling out the bench and his crumpled white shirt. Comic banker rotundness stacked in folds beneath an old suit, topped with bowler hat.

‘I don’t know,’ I muse, ‘probably not any time soon.’ I’ve used this line before, it feels aged, but not like wine, not like whisky.

‘I reckon they’ll block it at every turn.’

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I was sitting on yet another bus a week or two ago, Shaun and I headed for Quilotoa – an active volcano outside of Latacunga, Ecuador. I was sitting there, watching a countryside not so dissimilar to Scotland’s pass us by – all lush greens and forest and pasture – listening to music that reminds me of home, when I was struck by a moment of perfect clarity. Continue reading “The End Product of One Too Many Introspective Hangovers”

Book Review: One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

Milos Forman’s One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest is a family favourite. Nicholson’s portrayal of a rough-and-tumble McMurphy, introducing his fellow patients to a different world – a freer, happier, more confident world – all the while doing psychological battle with Louise Fletcher’s Nurse Ratched, is perhaps Nicholson’s greatest role to date, and it’s one which has stuck with me. Continue reading “Book Review: One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest”

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