The latest issue of The Oldie magazine features an article by me, entitled Nice Service. It appears on the Out and About page and is, basically, just me having a good old moan about being ripped off by a cafe at Nice airport, and then by RBS. There is a copy of the article on the blog - June 16th.
I also have a small contribution in the magazine's Voice from the Grave feature.
Yesterday's Sunday Times published comments I contributed relating to Michael Winner's column and the Colombe d'Or restaurant in St Paul de Vence. Unfortunately, by the time the subeditors were finished with it, my thoughts (such as they were) were reduced to inconsequential gobbledygook.
I have a thing about subeditors. In the 1980s and 1990s (mostly) I had 220 letters published in The Scotsman. This resulted in an odd kind of fame (or infamy) and I was even invited to speak at a vast Burns Supper because of my tireless correspondence. However, there suddenly came a time when it was decided my outpourings required editing. This often had a deleterious effect on the letters and, when one effort was edited and became two words longer and ambiguous, I decided enough was enough.
But shouldn't I really be writing poems? Well, I surprised myself by completing one on Friday. I'm not going to print it here, however. It would then be regarded technically as published and I might throw away the chance of possibly earning a fiver from it in the perhaps distant future.
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