Words do, indeed, have consequences.
It was the moment I had been dreading.
David Knight: Theresa May didn’t fail only on Brexit – just ask the women still fighting to get back their stolen pensions
Stealing handbags from grannies in their 60s is a shocking crime, but easy money for greedy opportunists.
I could see a pair of them lurking at the end of the supermarket checkout - another sign that the "Invasion of the Shed Men" is well underway.
David Knight: That’s not the way to do it – comparing politics to Punch and Judy is an insult to slapstick
Talk about giving Punch and Judy a bad name.
I only ever dipped into The Jeremy Kyle Show by accident, but I always felt a mixture of morbid fascination – as you do when passing a road crash – and an uneasy feeling about its mix of stage-managed misery and character assassination.
David Knight: Why revamping a park at the same cost as building a couple of brand new primary schools is worth every penny
Do you remember when a British Airways flight to Dusseldorf went to Edinburgh by mistake?
I was having a chat with my grandson Jacob about Dippy the Diplodocus after he travelled from Aberdeen to Glasgow to see one of the world's most famous dinosaurs.
I offer a world exclusive which might explain why our MPs were tying themselves in Houdini-proof knots during that exhausting and exasperating Brexit indicative-voting marathon.
I was quite good at a 60-yard dash in school athletics.
We are edging closer to a ban on parents smacking their children in a move which is backed by the Scottish Government.
I once held a door open for a man rushing out of an off-licence store and apologised to him for getting in his way.
You know that sinking feeling when you are well into a long journey and think you've left something important back at home.
I wish I had worked harder at physics, but even I knew the difference between velocity and speed and that combined they were propelling me to a cliff edge known as abject failure.
When teachers are getting punched, kicked, spat on and sworn at I know who I blame – rubbish parents
Picture the scene - an everyday domestic event as a family group enjoyed themselves at a play park somewhere in the north-east.
I trust you have been wrapping up warm in the freezing weather - you can't beat a good coat.
It was rock band Pink Floyd’s founder and short-lived frontman “Syd” Barratt who wrote these immortal lyrics on their debut album “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn”.
I am still haunted by a chilling encounter I had with a young woman who was being shockingly abused –half way through a phone call she told me she was trying to kill herself.