Monthly Archives: December 2003

There is no TV in the Manse here, and papers o­nly arrive o­n boat days, thus I rely o­n radio and internet for news. Not seeing the moving pictures is quite restful. But if I lived o­n Colonsay all the … Continue reading →

My electronic diary reminder has let me down again – perhaps I should read it or program it more carefully. It turns out I am supposed to be recording a slot for Oban FM o­n Friday. In Oban, whereas I … Continue reading →

Eight cars and under twenty passengers o­n the star of Caledonian MacBrayne's fleet. There was the touch of the luxury liner about it today. Colonsay is as beautiful as ever and has the bonus of being quiet and peaceful at … Continue reading →

Sorry Cliff, your Santa Christmas song is rubbish. Don't think much of the singing either.

Today's entertainment is struggling with the mail-merger and labelling feature o­n Outlook. Yes – it is time those Christmas cards were written and posted. Each year I have to relearn the program. It is worse knowing that I could do … Continue reading →

Gordon Brown has come out in support of the Prime Minister's policy o­n university top-up fees. Given their past history of spats, it is not surprising that I find myself deeply cynical about this. What is the hidden agenda?When I … Continue reading →

Sometimes you just have to start writing and something starts to develop. An idea leaps o­nto the page – or does it leap from the page into your head? It is like that with writing a sermon. There comes a … Continue reading →

It is a feature of modern life that there is too much paperwork. My guess is that nearly everyone feels the same. Even if not working at a paid job, people are still assailed with junk mail dropping through letter-boxes. … Continue reading →

I am amazed at how many people in this area have become adept at o­nline shopping. Anything and everything –  books, media, computers, wine, flowers, books, clothes, diy, paints etc…. The trouble is, I tend to leave it too late when it … Continue reading →

It is nearly time for my dreaded radio spot. Fortunately I cannot hear what I sound like, as local radio (Oban FM) does not reach the island of Seil. It is pre-recorded, but I resist the offer of the presenter … Continue reading →