An Evening of Coarse Golf

One evening every June or July my friend and I venture out onto a local course for our annual game of golf. We don’t have a handicap, don’t belong to a golf club and carry round a bag with a motley selection of clubs, most of which are more than thirty years old. We...

An Evening in Scotland

So what to do after a meeting in Glasgow? Drive to the airport and fly home, or take a train to Pitlochry, climb to a little loch beneath the summit of Ben Vrackie, then catch the sleeper at 22.50, arriving back into London just before 8.00 next morning? Most business...

What’s Wrong with Britain

Right then, I’ve just worked out what’s wrong with Britain. It’s not the EU, it’s not immigrants, it’s not the Tories. It’s simple. Too many people are just too bloody selfish. The politicians more concerned with personal ambition than the good of the country. The...