About Me

I was born in Luton, known for hat making, Vauxhall cars, London Luton Airport and a great football team who once beat Arsenal at Wembley in a Cup Final, currently languishing in non-league football for the 4th season. I moved to Edinburgh in 1990 and now live in Leith, Edinburgh's 'waterfront'.

Married for 24 years to Louise (who is on day release from Fife), I have 4 children: Holly (aged 28) who's studying medicine at Dundee University, William (aged 26) at the Army Foundation College, Harrogate, Alice (aged 23) and Maddie (aged 16).

We live in a 226 year old Georgian house which we are slowly renovating. We once had a note from an artist posted through the letterbox asking if our semi-derelict house was available to rent as studio space. Things have improved lately; the stonework has been repaired and we have shiny new railings. Just the inside to do now then.

Current CNPS score: 999

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    This coming week sees the culmination of another huge drain on my time, once again for no financial recompense. Leith FM and Leith Festival. I really hestitate to add up the time these two ventures take up, and why? They are both thankless tasks without appreciation for the efforts given. The results are taken for granted, errors criticised, peformance questioned. The focus is always on what hasn’t been achieved rather than what has. And, the reality is, I don’t really have any free time to give to either venture, I have to steal it from other tasks which are much more important from a family perspective. It is a constant cause of friction between Louise and I.

    In the last two months I have burnt the midnight oil on the Leith Festival programme (several all-nighters), organised the Leith FM finances and licences for the current broadcast and worked on the websites for both ventures. All in the name of ‘community’. I’ve thought long and hard about why I do this and I just can’t come up with an answer. It’s certainly not for attention or recognition (most people wouldn’t even know what I do), it’s most certainly not for financial gain (more like drain) so it must just be for the feel good factor of doing something for the community in which I live. The more I think about it, the more bizarre it is. I must have inherited it from my mother, she’s very similar.

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    Far too busy to write anything much here at the moment: Leith FM is back on air until 24th December (and I’m supposed to be station manager), the pile of paperwork I’ve been trying to clear for 3 years isn’t shifting, we’ve a half-demolished flat to finish renovating and Louise’s bump looms large on the family horizon. Christmas? Don’t talk to me about Christmas.

    We are a bit skint at the moment (well, very skint actually) waiting on clients to get round to paying us some money, so it’s difficult to get into the Christmas thing. The tree was discussed for the first time on the school run this morning and it seems we’re to inherit a plastic one with fibre-optic bits. Is this what I’m reduced to? A fake tree for the first time in my life because my plastic isn’t elastic enough to afford a real one? What next? Bernard Matthews turkey burgers for Christmas dinner?

    I’m sorry, but plastic trees are just ridiculous. Like non-alcoholic beer. And vegetarian haggis. And caffeine-free coffee. And smoke-free cigarettes (I know, they haven’t actually invented them yet but just you wait). What is the point? If you don’t eat meat, don’t eat bloody haggis, it’s full of the stuff. If you don’t want to get pissed, have a soft drink. And if you don’t want the ‘mess’ of a real tree, or baulk at paying the rip-off merchants £30 every year, don’t bother with one. It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend.