It is not that my eyesight is worse. It is just that I need new glasses.
Iain Maciver: You may as well just click ‘like’ on organised crime and drug dealing as fall for obvious social media scams
There are online and telephone scams being attempted everywhere all the time.
Sometimes I see stories in certain newspapers and I think that’s a daft one they had left over from the beginning of April.
Iain Maciver: The best things come to those who wait – the rest are welcome to drink synthetic Scotch
All I did was tell people to take a little time out of their busy lives to fill in a form and they may get some cash back from their bank if they were oversold PPI. That’s all I wrote here last week.
It is so wonderful to receive a gift. It just makes you feel so special.
When you tuck into a nice bit of haddock and chips with extra salt and vinegar, and green peas with tartare sauce - or maybe mayo if it is near the weekend, do you wonder about the sustainability of the fish stocks in the Atlantic and the North Sea?
With World Music Day coming up last Friday, the organisers suggested we should explore YouTube for music from different cultures. You could can explore all cultures and then start digging into the folk music, they said. I hadn’t heard many when I came across Last Train To Clarkesville. A masterpiece? Maybe. Then A Little Bit Me And A Little Bit You. I was hooked once I got into the groove.
Should the people of North Uist remember a daring and hungry young spaceman who broke the rules and smuggled a sandwich aboard his rocket in 1965?
People are so pernickety. Some put their washing on the line in a certain order so it looks better if any neighbours are having a peek.
Before he went for his scoff of steamed halibut and Windsor lamb with herb stuffing at Buckingham Palace on Monday, the President of the United States and Potential Hereditary Shareholder of the Common Grazings at Tong, near Stornoway, had a chinwag with the Foreign Secretary about Brexit and mobile phones.
Mrs X has always loved the Eurovision Song Contest, from the days when you could win by just having an easy-to-remember name like Lulu or Dana or Dana International.
The other day I commanded Mrs X to make me one of my favourite meals – meatballs Italian-style.
If you need a good laugh, just go to a supermarket at a busy time. Friday teatimes or Saturday lunchtimes, for example. Go in but don’t stray too far from the door. Then just hang around, looking all unconcerned and non-suspicious until you spot a target.
Someone has sent me their phrase of the week. It is in Latin. Oh help. Something by that great Roman philosopher Cicero, apparently. “Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit.”
It’s only the beginning of October but it is much colder already. Mind you the chilling wind of Brexit could be the cause. It makes my blood run cold.
There was a day that you could go to the pub, drink your fill, talk utter nonsense about politics and politicians, pretend you were an expert about sport and motorcycle maintenance and burp loudly. That was it. A great night.
After another hectic day in Inverness, I was on the ferry back to Stornoway on Monday night when I had a call from The Hearach. He was jubilant. He was aglow. He was dancing.
Maybe I eat too much fish. How many other people have herring for breakfast every day? No one else that I know, that’s for sure. It used to be a mackerel fillet but now I’m on the hard stuff.