Hold tight

I bet Jack Kerouac couldn't have managed the pace on the Kirkwall bus. It is a burn of unconsciousness.

An unexpected bonus tonight to see Rognvald's band playing in the Stromness Town Hall.

Politics has never been the same since I spoke to Jo Grimond in a portacabin in Aberdeen in 1971. He was wearing one red sock and the other a lurid green. It was this sartorial apogee that won my vote.