I don’t want to talk about the Twelfth of July, except to wish Knudsen a happy birthday. I’ve already done my bit for loyalism.
Instead, tonight I want to celebrate the passing of our dear friend, Jock, who died this day three years ago. He was a Scottish Presbyterian, and dying on the [...]

A good number of years ago, when our children were still children, and not drink-swilling, loud-rock-music-playing, screaming maniacs (in other words, not us), Wrinkly Paddy had an idea.
Bock, he said, we’re not going to live forever.
WP, I replied, if we continue the way we’re going, we won’t see Monday.
True, WP replied, but that isn’t really [...]