Is it Hogmanay

In days gone by the written word In rhyme was accepted well Stories of life and fiction But nowadays it’s hard to tell Eager eyes would scan the pages Looking for something new But now it seems the interest has waned For readers there are few So as we forward...

Happy New Year

I looked at the candle alight on the table; I stared at the label stuck on the bottle. We’d finished our dinner, drunk all the wine; Another new year and the dining was fine In a posh restaurant with wife and with friends. There were kisses all round as we sang Auld...