Yesterday the nation woke up, scratched its head and said: “Fit the hell…?” Today we share the results of our own, in-depth exit poll from some of the constituencies of the north-east.
Holidays are coming, holidays are coming.
“We live on an island of 60 million people yet this election has come down to a choice between these two,” was how one world-weary member of the Holyrood press corps characterised tomorrow’s vote.
Two days till the most important election in generations.
One of the things I remember vividly about Christmases at my grandparents’ house as a child is the recycled wrapping paper.
What a weekend – it was time to put up the Christmas tree and soak up the explosive sensory feelings of the festive season.
It reminded me of the moment in I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here! when the Dingo Dollar Challenge shutter came crashing down after players failed a task.
A couple of weeks ago, I came out of my consulting room to call my next patient. Further down the corridor I noticed a woman, who had just left a colleague’s room, standing quietly outside the closed door, her eyes unfocused, her hand on the door frame for support. My first instinct was to approach her and ask if she was all right. Had she been given bad news? I hesitated, realising she needed to take a private moment to collect her thoughts.
From Brexit to Trump, political shocks have become routine in recent years.
“Now THAT is a winter sound,” I said, as rooks called from starkly silhouetted trees on the other side of the field.
A women’s toilet is often a good place for a poster, given that when using facilities women can take their time.
Manifestos of the 1980s didn’t have environment sections, and no one mentioned mental health in the elections of the 1990s.
During National Adoption Week, which has just ended, I had the pleasure of introducing Deputy First Minister John Swinney to a group of adopted children who had written poems about the difficulties they have faced.
It has been described widely as the PR car crash of the century – Prince Andrew’s out-of-control navigation of the communication highway.
My story begins in one of those sprawling retail car parks that can drive us nuts, especially at Christmas when it’s pistols at dawn over spaces.
Ron Cluny, Aberdeen City Council spokesman
Saturday brings the Scottish Cup third round to three Highland League clubs with designs on progress.
It has been a sad time in the Robertson household as we had to say goodbye to our beloved Border terrier Breagha in October.
Before we headed back to Scotland, we went shopping in Gloucester.
The decision by ITV to exclude Lib Dem leader Jo Swinson from their general election debate is a stinker.
The mobile phone has changed life in so many ways but one of the most extraordinary is in the ability to communicate during the darkest of moments, as death approaches.
Nowadays, when younger school pupils are asked what they want to be in later life, many will reply, “famous”. When pressed about what they would be famous for, there are often no answers. Just famous for being famous.
I was gazing skywards from my customary sunbed position outside our lovely rented holiday villa, with its quaint country-style wall, garden and little gate.
No one of an Aberdeen or Caley Thistle persuasion will have been surprised Graeme Shinnie has finally made his mark south of the border.
Recently I unexpectedly became a “mystery shopper”.
“When I grow up, I’d like to be…”
Neil Cooper’s departure from Inverurie Locos on Friday would have come as a major surprise to the vast majority of Highland League followers.
Something of a strange atmosphere could be detected at the SNP’s autumn jamboree in Aberdeen where activists, politicians and media gathered this week.
Brrr. It’s beginning to feel a lot like... no, I won’t say that word.
Nicola Sturgeon had much to ponder last night as she put the finishing touches to her keynote speech to the SNP conference in Aberdeen.
If there is a day which says “north-east Scotland” to the world it is today.
Are you like me and find that certain quotes stay locked in your head for years, never to be erased or forgotten?