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?
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.
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.
A Highland schools football tournament for girls, held for the first time at Invergordon on Tuesday, has been hailed as a success – with Park primary school running out winners.