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My dads old school. He wasn’t much for the school, was my Dad. He left as soon as he could, walked to Woodmuir Colliery on the Monday morning, got hired the same day, and got dragged home the same night by my Grandad who wisnae having that. So he ended up working at the petrol station in West Calder, filling tanks and washing windscreens, until Herr Hitler got some ideas in his head aboot taking…

Been looking for a picture of the Honeydew at Haymarket for ages.   My Mum worked here in the early sixties when she and my Dad were living in Dalry Road. It was a favoured haunt of the Hearts team who enjoyed a hearty(!) fry up back in the days when that was allowed. After that, she ended up in the Marble Arch in Morrison Street, another up market fry up shop.  

Picture Show & Film Pictorial magazine – 11/10/1952 ‘The paper for people who go to the pictures’ A 16 page magazine with all the latest news and releases from the British film industry, plus gossip and news from Hollywood. Available for your viewing pleasure, right here, well there, as an electronic publication, on the internet.

Please find, herewith, the catchily titled ‘Cross Country Walks in Dunoon and Cowal Argyll Forest Park Area (North)’ 1970s guidebook / brochure as an electronic, internet hing, for your perusal and viewing. A link to an internet page with the electronic, internet hing.

Macbeth – Grand Theatre, Wolverhampton 1976 – theatre programme – Paul Daneman, Dorothy Tutin, Peter Davidson If a chap were to find himself in Wolverhampton, in 1976, and a chap was in need of some cultural edification, then said chap could have taken himself along to the Grand Theatre, to witness a performance of Macbeth. The programme is now online, as an electronic bookflippery gizmo.

It’s doubtful that Ivor Novello, or anyone else involved, knew that this production, at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, London would open on 23 March 1939, and close 187 performances later because Adolf Hitler decided to start World War II. It reopened in 1942, with over 1000 performances, until it closed at the end of World War II. Take that, you bally Huns. Anyway, here’s the programme, as one…