Scottish things and people that I like

And, aye, the Broons were great but generally when they pretended to be timeless. I saw a Spice Girl in an Oor Wullie once, I'm sure. And a gameboy. But let's not forgot the seminal moment of Maggie in a bikini.

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I had guessed Francis Gay wasn't still alive, unless he was somehow preserved in cryogenic stasis or maybe some home-made jam. I should have said 'Francis'.

suffice it to say: from what he shared, it might as well have been the 1880s/1890s.

I think the rest of the media likes to pretend they don't exist. The Sunday Post never appears in newspaper circulation round-ups either. Maybe that's their choice.

As late as the 1980s, the Sunday Post had a readership of 2.7 million, which represented two-thirds of the entire Scottish adult population, which was some kind of record for saturation.

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[geek bit]It's especially amazing they got papers out when you realise that they were working with Quark 1 on SE/30s. 30mins for a mono page to EPS.

I can't believe no-one's mentioned Billy Sloan.

My old flatmates once had a totally made up story in the centre pages of the Sunday Post. I will recount later, but I have to leave NOW to get to the Lansdowne in time for the Celtic game (I may be pushing it a bit)

But this is "things and people that I like"...

Never met the guy, so I don't have anything against him personally, but he does champion some rubbish. Still, his bits on Scotland Today have produced some moments of comedy gold. "He's not a rapper, he's a singer, but I think this will go down well with the young people." On Ian Wright's short lived pop career.

!!!

see, i'm not really named after the damned song: dr grimly-fiendish was actually a character in a children's book called "the founding of evil hold school", by one nokolai tolstoy. and when i started posting to ILX, i'd just been rearranging my bookshelves and found it and ... well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

but i've just dug the book out and i see it's dated 1968. which means baxendale got there first. wow. top work, old cartoon fella.

http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/g/grimfien.jpg

the likeness is uncanny.

FFS. it's been a long day. nikolai.

Excellent.

It's a wonderful truism - "Scotland is beautiful". Unfortunately, most people who end up spouting this venture no further at the weekend than Braehead or The Gyle and ultimately view their escape from the city via the airport rather than the A82 or M90.

Not that this should hamper their enjoyment of the cities. There is only one way to view Glasgow, for example, and that is with your neck craned upwards. Everything exciting about Glasgow happens above head height, with statues and columns adorning otherwise functional buildings (the street level parts of which have been turned into an All Bar One, with work girls thinking they're class as they drink bacardi breezers), which is presumably why you so frequently come across people lying on their backs in the town centre. Don't worry, you can step over them without spoiling what they can see.

Glasgow appears to have been designed by the same architects as the big American cities with bold lines, classical architecture and a distinctive grid system. Edinburgh, on the other hand, appears to have been designed by a deranged jaikie, woken from his slumbers and given 20 minutes to get it finished on the back of a bookies' line.

Once they got bored with streets, or something happened to them, Edinburgh just built new streets on top. As a result, you get things like the Cowgate passing majestically underneath The Bridges looking more like a paved over canal than a road, but betrayed by the likes of Bannermans - a cellar bar, but one that finally turned out to be about 20 storeys below the final floor of the buildings that eventually ended up on top of them. There are lots of lovely buildings, but none of them sit together properly and look like they're the emptied out pockets of some celestial city planner built where they fell.

Once you get out of them though...

Blah blah mountains blah blah heather blah blah. Leave that to Muriel Grey. (Nice though they are)

The joys are in little things. Driving through some of the most beautiful scenery, which changes coast by coast from rolling hills to precipitous cliffs. The tearooms at Luss. Garelochhead. The bridge over the Atlantic. The Art Deco frontage of Oban hotels. Mull and Iona. Drinking heavily in Fort William, under the shadow of Ben Nevis, and wandering along to the Highland Museum. Inverness and its utterly pointless castle. The mist sweeping over Culloden. The visitor centre at the Baxters factory. Gamrie Bay. Pennan, possibly the most lovely town in Scotland. The wind piling through Aberdeen, and trying to stand up in the gales on the promenade. Eating a fish supper in front of the lightship at Anstruther then walking round the fisheries museum. The bottle dungeon in St Andrews. The Queen Elizabeth forests and David Marshall Lodge. The sun setting and hour before it rises in the summer. The sun rising an hour before it sets in the winter.

There are a million reasons, and it seems foolish merely to list them. So there has to be something personal, and for me it's The Glen. Pittencrieff Park in Dunfermline.

Bounded on one side by the Abbey (resting place of at least part of Robert The Bruce, and his official memorial burial site) and the ruined monastery, Pittencrieff Park was once the estate of the Laird of Pittencrieff, until following his death it was bought by Andrew Carnegie and turned over to the people of Dunfermline - reputedly as payback for not being allowed to play in it as a child. I remember it mostly as where Fife primary schools congregated for a joint day out towards the end of term in the 1970s, acres and acres of space for kids to run in and two large paddling pools, but it's so much more in retrospect. It has a much greater scope than similar parks, with an Italian garden, a hothouse, an animal enclosure with birdhouse and aquarium, a tearooms with bandstand... the Andrew Carnegie museum is there now too, and it features Malcom Canmore's Tower which purports to be the home of Malcom III following his glorious return from the murder of Macbeth and the restoration of the throne to his lineage.

Like everywhere else, it's now full of school neds getting pished. But it's still the best place in Scotland.

Though he did study at Carnegie.

(Also - the Scots invented Freemasonry. Therefore, they invented conspiracy theories!)

Andrew Carnegie returned to Dunfermline later in life (around the turn of the century) for several years. (He was about 14 when he left, I think)

The Glen in Dunfermline is rather nice, though.

The nicest view in all of Scottish scenery is on the road connecting Harris to Lewis, as you come over the pass between the two islands* and see Lewis and the glen of Loch Seaforth.

* for people unaware of Scottish geography: although Lewis and Harris are separate islands, they are a single landmass. The islands are separated by mountains, not water.

*Not strictly true, it's actually on East Port, but these are good enough directions for visitors.