Furniture stores are magnets for small kids. All they see are bunk beds to climb and mattresses to jump on.read more
“You should visit the Yakeshi Factory in Foshan,” my friend Richard said. “They make really good products, and after every one of my visits, they send me back to my hotel with two girls for company.”read more
Invest in a new distillery in the Isle of Arran. Your £450 payment will result in 12 cases of blended whisky and as a holder of a Founders Bond.read more
“Oh, you speak English? Thank God. You’re the first one today,” said the immigration officer.read more
“How can you stand to be here after all that happened to your family?”read more
“Roy, I need you to be on your best behavior,” said my friend Tony who worked for Epos Acoustics…read more
When I moved to Manhattan in the mid-seventies things were not expensive, but I was almost always penniless.read more
As a kid growing up in Glasgow, Scotland in the 1950s, it was not at all unusual to receive a whack if you did something wrong.read more
As I age, I become aware of my mortality. My wife and I have talked about what to do if one of us becomes brain dead.read more
Somehow, through luck and later, skill, some of the distillers started making and bottling single malt whisky that was drinkable. And that’s the best part of this tale.read more
“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” “Yes,” she replied, to my great astonishment.read more
“It’s your move Roy. The bet is two shillings and hurry up, it’s almost lunchtime,” said my English teacher.read more
In cold, wet, miserable Glasgow the idea of just wearing swimming shorts and walking barefoot in the sand was enormously seductive.read more
After dinner, I said, “Would you like to go somewhere beautiful?” She looked at me as if I was mad. “More beautiful than this?” She was hooked, and so was I.read more
I had been friendly with Roslyn for quite a few years.read more
“It’s Syriac,” he said. “It’s the script used by the Nabataeans over two thousand years ago.”read more
Unsurprisingly, music has played a central role in my life. Music can be emotional, erotic, transcendent, hypnotic and, in some cases, downright terrible.read more
“You’re a doctor, aren’t you?” she said, eyeing me. “No,” I replied. “I’m a bullshit artist.”
“Line up against that wall” said the Captain to my uncle Fred. “Platoon. Get ready, take aim…”
She was a head taller than everyone else, and moved like a real thoroughbred. If anyone truly belonged at Belmont, it was she.
“What’s that black circle?” I asked the technician while looking at the ghostly images on the screen.
She said, “If I would have come here 9 months ago, someone would have shot at me.”
“I wish this boat would stop rocking so much,” I groaned to myself as I opened my eyes and looked in the bathroom mirror.
“Goodbye” I said with a smile as I stepped over the two bodies twitching on the ground.