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…let it snow, let it snow, let it snow… Scotsport shone through it all… #TBSU…

…more than 50 years ago, Scottish Television launched its first ever sports coverage programme in the guise of Scotsport (original, huh!)… colour television was still a thing of the far-distant future, so black and white, and varying shades of grey adorned our screens every day… this wasn’t too much of a problem until it came to the Saturday football coverage… when one team’s strip was described as red, the other, dark blue… both teams on-screen looked kitted out in identical garb… back then, also, players did not have their names on their backs, only the position numbers … strictly 1 through 11, reflecting the position played on that day by whoever wore the jersey… none of this ‘pick any number yeez like’ nonsense for ‘squad rotation’… last night, I watched a WURLD Cup game on a ‘bootleg’ channel (no pun intended) here in the Gulf, with a less-than-perfect picture… it looked like it was snowing (in Sao Paulo), and my mind immediately switched back 50 years ago to the Scotsport presentations… regardless of the weather, the screen picture always looked as if the matches were being played in semi-blizzards…


…Scottish sports broadcasting legends, Arthur Montford and Bob Crampsey were the two major presenters, and it must be said, their clear Scottish diction would put many of the current crop of sportscasting talking heads to shame…






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…as an aside, Master Crampsey won the Brain of Britain competition, and reached the semi-final of TV’s Mastermind… however, some memorable quotations from the series on the weekend football shows include, ‘please excuse the poor quality of the film from today’s match at Dunfermline…this was caused by the bright sunlight…’  or the incomparable score line,  ‘East Fife four, Forfar five’… try that when yeez’ve had a few tipples… one classic moment in a seemingly uninterrupted stretch of coverage announced the score at 2-1, the next score was 4-1... we were asked politely at the end of the show to ‘forgive the wee lapse in the middle… the missing goal was sum’where on the cutting room floor’… ah, mem’ries to cherish… thanks Scotsport, Arthur and Bob… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…this Ms Kaine is more than Able… a Guest Blogger with credits even longer than my pockets when it’s my turn to pay for drinks… #TBSU…

…prolific Author, Margaret Kaine will already be well known to many of yeez (I can’t for the life of me fathom why she’d stoop to appearing as a Guest Blogger on this ol’ Jurassic’s web, but hey, I’m grateful she’s here)… enjoy ! 🙂



…here’s the impressive credentials… and a grand shining example for all of we quill-scraper toilers that sum’times, there really is a wunnerful rainbow of success at the end of the trail…

Margaret Kaine’s short stories have been published widely in women’s magazines, in the UK, Australia, Norway, South Africa and Ireland. Ring of Clay, her debut novel, won both the Romantic Novelists’ Association New Writer’s Award in 2002 and the Society of Authors’ Sagittarius Prize, sponsored by Terry Pratchett, in 2003. She has now mainstream published seven romantic novels about life in Staffordshire between the 50’s and 70’s; with Ribbon of Moonlight being set also in Paris. Translations include German and French.
…which leads nicely into the intro for her latest triumph…

Dangerous Decisions, published by Choc Lit, is a new venture, a more cosmopolitan novel and is set in the Edwardian era. It has been described as ‘Downton with a twist!’
…now, shut up, Master Gallacher, and let the Lady speak for herself…


I sometimes think that if I could choose to be born again, I would be tempted to be an English aristocrat during the golden Edwardian age – closing my mind at the future horror of WW1 and the widespread poverty – this is only a dream you understand. I am sure I am not alone in yearning for the elegant clothes of this era, the glamour, the glorious surroundings in which the wealthy spent their lives. And I used to love the enormously popular TV series Upstairs/Downstairs

And so when I decided that enough was enough – 7 novels set in the same background and a similar era – I decided to write about the Edwardian age, perhaps spend my days drifting about a stately home (in my mind you understand), or among the servants downstairs, where more earthy characters could be described. And so I began Dangerous Decisions and loved the research. For instance, I discovered that at that time, it was considered by many men that ‘too much thinking caused a woman’s womb to wither’, giving them an excuse to deprive our sex of education, or am I being cynical in thinking that it was just to maintain their own sense of superiority!

And then when I was half-way through my novel, what should hit the TV screens, but the wonderful series Downton Abbey. And as any writer would, I’m hoping that its fans will welcome another dramatic story, one of a sheltered debutante who, although haunted by the image of an attractive doctor, makes the decision to marry the wealthy yet flawed Oliver. Already readers are telling me that they are shouting aloud, “Don’t do it, Helena!”  Which was exactly how I hoped they would react! 

Dangerous Decisions has been described as ‘Downton with a twist’. It is a deeply romantic novel, with an underlying darker side. Based on a broad canvas with ‘upstairs’ snobbery and ambition, and ‘downstairs’ kitchen humour and gossip, the story is laced with vivid characters and beautiful houses. But all capital cities have their poverty, and London in 1905 was no exception.      
The story is told of a sheltered debutante, who although attracted to a stranger, Dr Nicholas Carstairs, is courted by the enigmatic Oliver Faraday. Despite her misgivings and to please her father, Helena agrees to marry him. But the marriage brings with it bewilderment, suspense and danger. Helena’s wedding night leaves her feeling used and in tears, and so begins an emotional journey to discover her husband’s flawed character. The birth of their child is the beginning of her worst nightmare.
And to torment Helena, always in the background there is Nicholas, the young doctor who – too late – she knows to be her soul mate.
Edwardian society with all its elegance and constricting social conventions is the bedrock of this novel of love and betrayal. And portrayed also is the fledgling emergence of women’s independence.
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Dangerous Decisions (Choc Lit)
ISBN 978-1781890349
Twitter – @margaretkaine
…thanks for sharing with us, Margaret… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!…





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…for a while as a lad, I was quite stuck on stamps… a flat-out philatelist…#TBSU…


…in a previous kinda reminiscent post, I mentioned about pen-pals and the dearth of that endangered species since the advent of the Internet… a corollary to that may well be the receding interest in philately (stamp-collecting, Mabel…no, not the Green Shield stickers yeez get for shopping at yer local mart—postage stamps)… at one time, I can recall almost everybody in our school had a stamp collection… the interest grew from sticking a few used peeled-off stamps from letters received from people who happened to have uncles and aunties living overseas… some relatives  were in the Armed Forces and travelled all round  the WURLD and many other places… progressively, the more advanced hoarders traded amongst themselves, with a few entrepreneurial souls acting as ‘agents’ for the biggest Philately-Providers-Paradise—Stanley Gibbons of London… wee packages of assorted bunches of low-priced stamps scattered among more targeted issues of a price range a tad more expensive… visits to the local public library (emb’dy remember them?) yielded the annual almanacs from the aforesaid Messrs Gibbons, with all the stamps from around the globe illustrated…


…the art of adhering the pieces into yer albums was a thing of dexterity… yeez had to ensure the hinge effect was near enuff to the top of the rear of the stamps, otherwise yeez couldn’t lift them properly with yer tweezers, and risk tearing the bluudy things to bits… oh, the excitement and living on the edge that could sum’times be the trainee philatelists’ lot!… the eternal quest of course was to discover a Penny Black or a Twopenny Blue  from Britain… the chances of that were about five trillion squillion to one… but that didn’t dampen our fervour in believing that one day we might come across one of these treasures… exotic sounding places back then included San Marino, which made an industry out of its stamp production… no self-respecting album would be seen without a selection of their splendid coloured offerings… the more difficult ones were those which came from countries whose language script was other than Romanised… having to distinguish among Russian, Hungarian, Indian, Thai (Siamese then), and the impossibility of separating Chinese, Japanese, and Korean stamps… reverting to the ol’ Gibbons Guide was the only  remedy… I wonder if Messrs Gibbons will ever get around to issuing an annual guide to Blogs… they seem to have taken over much of the international postal communications… so why not?… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ! 🙂




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…pen-and-ink pen-pals..an endangered species… when was the last time you hand-wrote a real letter?… #TBSU…


…my good pal, Karen Soutar, remarked on my commentary feed the other day about the lamentable lack of proper pen-pal-ism… and it triggered a wee memory throwback for this ol’ Jurassic… I just wonder for how many more of yeez out there it would have the same reaction?… my guess is if yeez are under, let’s say 40 years old, the whole pen-pal with real paper and handwriting gig possibly passed yeez by… p’raps one of the downsides of the universal ease of access to computers and the internet… the same thing applies, I’m sure, to philately (postage-stamp collecting, Mabel)… I well recall, living as we did in Docklands Govan in Glasgow, the fascination and wonderment at being able to send letters squillions of miles away across the oceans to newly-found correspondents… for some of us, seldom if ever having travelled further than three streets away from where we lived, it was akin to communicating with another planet… I recollect at least a couple of pen-pals… the more prominent of these, for reasons which will become apparent as yeez read on, was a young lady in Filadelfya in ‘Merika, whose handwriting was the most wondrous art form I had seen up until then, with that peculiar (peculiar to we Scots, anyway) cursive penmanship, full of loops and whirly bits, and that funny way of joining up lettering for the letter ‘r’, with the front stem seemingly forgotten… she must have been all of nine years old, me the same (my, my, yeez do have a great memory Master Gallacher, going back that far)…


…the black and white photographs of herself were the surrogate for my first pin-ups (forerunner to ‘selfies’?)… and of course, because she was a GURL, the Celt in my young veins was immediately LUV-stricken… six weeks between postal exchanges was common, and only served to heighten the delicious anticipation of the next missive… it’s not recorded anywhere whether my puppy-ish adoration was reciprocated, but several of the envelopes were adorned with tiny wee hearts, and on one glorious occasion, I could smell some perfume… alas, this budding intercontinental romance faded as stuff took over… stuff like football, and stuff like school exams, and let’s face it, even back then, stuff like the prohibitive cost of postage stamps for a wee Govan boy… her name has long since faded from my wee grey cells, but this ol’ Romeo wonders what ever happened to that first long-distance Juliet?… ah well, back to the immediacy of the internet… but I do miss them days, don’t yeez sum’times feel the same way?… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!




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…hail, Fellow Scribblers and Bloggers… well met, even if it’s only virtual, I salute yeez all… #TBSU…

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…through the centuries, various discoveries and inventions have massively impacted and revolutionised Mankind and Mankind’s behaviour… the wheel… writing… medicines… flying machines… guns… telephones… radio… television… electricity… and I’m sure yeez can think of dozens more examples… in the last half-generation, one of the major transformational elements has been the internet… this ol’ Jurassic almost missed out on the phenomenon of the Web entirely, if not for the accident of falling under the attraction of evolving into a self-publishing quill-scraper… part of the continual ‘business’ practice of being a modern scribe, is the need to be ‘present and counted’ on the SOSYAL NETWURKS… and that involves communicating with others on here… for some misguided (in my ‘umble opinion) souls, that equates to gathering as many ‘contacts’ as they can… yeez will see from time to time a proliferation of scamsters offering to ‘sell’ yeez gazillions of ‘followers’ (‘quantity’) on Twitter for a fistful of dollars… let me tell yeez, it takes time to develop, nurture and maintain these precious links… and money can’t buy ‘quality’… ignore the Web snake-oil salesmen… I’ve been privileged thus far to accrue a significant number of connections on all the channels I use to propagate my stuff, but it’s a reciprocal WURLD… the more yeez give of yerselves… yer time… aye, even yer LUV, to others on here, the more yeez are likely to receive… I saw  a post yesterday on Facebook from a man who learned that one of his ‘virtual’ pals had passed away… they had never met, but the bonding they had experienced over a number of years was as strong and palpable as any face-to-face friendship… I feel that way about so many of the great pals I’ve linked up with these past few years… there’s little room nor time on the internet for some of the customary bullsh*t that so often attends so-called ‘real’ relationships… and I for one am grateful for that… so, if yeez’ll allow me a moment of reflection… hail, Fellow Scribblers and Bloggers… well met, even if it’s only virtual, I salute yeez all… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!




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…Zuluism?… it’s not what yeez think it is… #TBSU…


…any so-called ‘pearls of wisdom’ that may accidentally or otherwise escape from my brain are the result of direct plagiarism… I get most (read, ‘all’) of my ‘brilliant’ concepts from people much more insightful than this ol’ Jurassic will ever be… today’s post is no exception to that ROOL… but I think it’s worth passing on to yeez Lads and Lassies of Blog Land… ‘Zuluism’… lots of yeez of a certain age will conjure up visions of the be-horsed, splendidly red-tunic-ed Michael Caine in his first great epic role in Stanley Baker’s ‘Zulu’… showing the ubiquitous Master Caine’s photo here’s just my wee ploy to get yeez to read further… here’s what ‘Zuluism’ really is… imagine yeez live in a small village in the middle of England, and yeez’ve just seen the movie… yer interest is piqued… yeez want to learn more about Zulus… where better to source information than at yer local library? (remember, ‘Zulu’ premiered in 1964, predating the internet by at least a generation)… at the local library they find one book with a half a chapter on Zulus… that doesn’t take long to polish off, and yeez are still interested to learn more… a trip to the nearest big town, and its library yields four books, all about Zulus… about a month later, yer appetite for knowledge undiminished, yeez decide to travel to London, and assail the Mitchell Library…. Eureka!… 148 tomes devoted to Zulus, by every conceivable authority on the subject…. thus begins a five-year program of visits to the Great Mitchell House of Books, until ultimately, yeez have devoured every scrap of knowledge on Zulus… result?… the official global expert on Zulus is yerself!… now, change the subject to anything esoteric yeez choose… Himalayan yak habits… Elizabethan Age ladies fashions… the Ancient Monarchies of Ethiopia… yeez get the picture, right?… whatever it is… becoming the ‘go-to’ person for information on yer chosen subject, on which yeez have become the residual fount of knowledge… that’s ‘Zuluism’… yeez are most welcome… no need for thanks… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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…emb’dy else out there fascinated with Owls?… yeez’ll enjoy this Guest Post from Author Viv Drewa… #TBSU…

…my Guest Post invitation net falls far and wide, but nothing pleases me more than to have aboard another Author who ‘pays it forward’ constantly to others by re-blogging… introducing, the wonderful Viv Drewa… her self-confessed fascination with the winged birds of the night, Owls… lends a nice quirky feel to her post… she writes about what she loves… enjoy…


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…here’s her own description of ‘how she got thus far‘…


I am a Michigan native who has enjoyed reading and writing since 1963. I studied medicinal chemistry at the University of Michigan, but my passion has always been writing.

I was awarded third place for a nonfiction short story about my grandfather’s escape from Poland. Later, I rewrote this story and was published in the “Polish American Journal” as “From the Pages of Grandfather’s Life”, and have also published it on Amazon.com.

I took creative and journalism courses to help in my transition to fulfill the dream of becoming a writer. I worked as an intern for Port Huron’s ‘The Times Herald’, and also wrote, edited and did the layout for the Blue Water Multiple Sclerosis newsletter “Thumb Prints.”

I have two novels published: “The Angler and the Owl” and “The Owl of the Sipan Lord” also available on Amazon.com.

I also write a blog for ShareTV for: River Monsters, Finding Bigfoot and The Blacklist.

Here’s the blurb from “The Angler and The Owl”( I have owls in all my novels).


For 25 years France Hunter has been studying owls, and has discovered five new species around the world. Her work has kept her busy and she never had time for a relationship. She travels with Jason “Doc” Bradley, a former paramedic, and his cousins Tony and Andy Bradley. Now, on her last outing she is joined by a magazine writer, Cathy Birch, and a world famous angler, John Sinclair, who has also dedicated his life to his field.
As the small caravan travels to the Amazon river, France falls and severely injures her left arm. Against Doc’s recommendation to turn back, she pushes on. This is her last trip and she wants to go to the place where she found her first new owl.
While fishing, a blue-ringed owl lands on John’s canoe and looks down the river to where France’s group is, and then looks back at him. This alerts John. He tries to reach her by satellite phone, but to no avail. He decides the fishing can wait and, with Mark in another canoe, begins the journey back to France.
At France’s camp, two jaguars attack one of the boatmen, severing his left leg. The other two boatmen shoot at the jaguars, killing one. The other escapes with the boatman’s leg. Doc and the others wake to the noise and he and Tony go to where the boatmen are camping. In the ruckus, the canoes become untied and go eastward down the shore and the satellite phone is destroyed. Now they have no way to get help and will have to wait for John’s team to come back, which could take three or four more days.
Will help get there in enough time?…

…if that teaser tempts you, here’s the links to Viv’s writing :

US: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?rh=n%3A133140011%2Ck%3Athe+angler+and+the+owl&keywords=the+angler+and+the+owl&ie=UTF8
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?rh=n%3A133140011%2Ck%3Athe+angler+and+the+owl&keywords=the+angler+and+the+owl&ie=UTF8

..thanks for sharing with me today, Viv…







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…oh, Guest Bloggers, why do I LUV yeez?… let me count the ways… #TBSU…

…they say the minute yeez stop learning, it’s time to pack it in and move on up to the Big House in The Sky… this ol’ Jurassic jumped on the self-publishing carousel a mere few years ago… not even wet behind the ears, but soaked behind the ears, as probably one of the oldest neophytes to the quill-scraping game… and I’m LUVVIN’ every bit of it… thankfully, there’s still a freshness and frisson of excitement when I click the laptop ‘open’ button each morning and it WURKS!… I’m grateful for the plethora of Web pals who have grown from virtual acquaintances to superb buddies… too numerous to mention, but constantly there to support and have a laff with… almost by accident, the discovery of the joys of Guest Blogs… giving and receiving… has proved an enormous source of pleasure… it goes beyond the cold business element of getting yer name and yer masterpieces a broader audience… the range of subject matter fascinates me… variety is the Spice of Life… it also doesn’t do yer own blog any harm to have Guest Bloggers aboard… it helps to break up the sequence of yer own stream of blog posts… and I’ve found I’m learning more and more as I go along… it also delights me to see the comments left by third parties on the posts I carry from others (not only posts from Authors, by the way… I have an open policy on emb’dy who wants to be here… only one ROOL… no gratuitous offensive material)… in my recent wee launch, SELF-PUBLISHING STEPS TO SUCCESSFUL SALES, I make the point that Guest Blogging is an important piece of the whole matrix that goes into the ‘business’ of writing, with a blog a necessary core part of all of that… so, once more, if I need to say it… my blog is officially open to all who wish to visit… throw yer stuff this way… include whatever yeez want in the way of promo, links, pics, send me an email on seumasgallacher@yahoo.com …yeez know the drill… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!





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…as the FIFA WURLD Cup progresses, a wee thought and a smile or three about football… #TBSU…

…about a hundred years ago, this ol’ Jurassic played football in Glasgow with a (then) top flight football team, Third Lanark… the LUV of the game has remained with me ever since, although it must be said I never noticed the gradual introduction on the field of so many delicate ballerinas and diving experts until it was too late… that aside, the game has always, thankfully, had its share of humour to enjoy, along with the grace and skills of players I was privileged to watch live… Georgie Best, Denis Law, Alan Gilzean, Gordon Banks, the great Bobby Moore (I also saw him play in his later career for a while in Hong Kong)… the humour has ever been a built-in element of the game… the crowd commentary, sometimes from a solo voice, often from a more concerted chanting or singing (with amended versions of the lyrics to suit the occasion)… in more recent times, a good footballer, still doing his stuff at Queens Park Rangers in London, centre forward Bobby Zamora was involved in one of the strangest goals ever seen… versus the mighty Liverpool, he shot toward goal, and the ball bounced off an encroaching beach ball (which a Liverpool fan had thrown on the pitch), deflected and fooled the goalie…a goal was awarded!… in a subsequent poll to vote for the most skilful  forward in the League, fans voted Master Zamora second… the Beach Ball was voted first!…



…the wit of the football fan is undiminished… another excellent footballer, goalkeeper Andy Goram, playing at the time for Glasgow Rangers was apparently diagnosed with a mild form of schizophrenia… I understand that schizophrenia is a serious affliction for those who suffer from it, and I would not dare make fun of that in itself, but the fun-poking was evident when Rangers played their big rivals, Celtic, and the opposition fans started to sing ‘There’s only two Andy Gorams!‘… and so it goes on… ‘way back, I remember with great wincing the times when a football struck the tender parts of this budding Scottish Maradona’s groin… it brought tears to the eyes and other parts, believe me… only to be greeted with the exhortation from my teammates… ‘don’t rub ‘em—count ‘em!’… meanwhile, I’ll just go and have a peek at what the Bolshoi Ballet lookalikes are doing on the soccer pitches in Brazil this evening… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!


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…it’s when they tell yeez, ‘Yeez can’t do THAT!’ …and yeez go ahead and do it anyway… that!… #TBSU…


…being of mixed Irish/Scots heritage, I s’pose it’s in this ol’ Jurassic’s DNA to display rebellion at the drop of a tartan tammy (Scottish Highlander’s hat, Mabel)… but I’m sure it’s a trait shared by others not fortunate enough to be touched with the Celtic tinge… as far as I can gather, there’s no record of my having organised institutional warfare against the nursery school as a toddler… the maverick symptoms manifested themselves a tad later… and I can pinpoint the day and the place for yeez… my life experience had stretched to all of eleven years and a wee bit… English Literature class in Glasgow… Subject: Essay Writing… even back then, WURDS fascinated me… a Collins dictionary, well-thumbed, was one of my favourite possessions… and here’s why… every week, the English Literature Master, a humourless, spiritless, English Literature-less dominie, Professor Mackay, handed out a topic, around which we motley students were obliged to concoct some essay for the following week… and every week, the budding Steinbeck residing in my soul went searching through the Collins lexicon pages, in pursuit of WURDS to use…. preferably the stranger, longer and weirder-sounding the better… noting the meaning, and then crafting sentences around the discovered WURD treasures… ‘excellent initiative’ yeez might surmise… a surmission, unhappily, not shared by the joyless Professor Mackay… on two notable occasions he rejected my use of language as being ‘non-existent’… one WURD was/is ‘flounced’… and a phrase I recall, ‘in her mind’s eye’... like the budding Braveheart that I was, my reaction was an immediate, and p’raps a bit overzealous flourishing of the precious Collins edition, with ‘flounced’ clearly annotated, and a copy of Baroness Orczy’s, The Scarlet Pimpernel, wherein the phrase ‘in her mind’s eye’ was already underscored in red ink… I do not wish to impugn the memory of the long-since-departed-to-the-Great-Dominie’s-Retreat-In-The-Sky Professor Mackay by repeating the torrent of vocabulary he demonstrated, some of which I can assure you does not appear in the Collins version that I have… he spoke not a single WURD to me for the rest of that class year… but he has bequeathed to me one precious attitude…it’s when they tell yeez, ‘Yeez can’t do THAT!’ …and yeez go ahead and do it anyway…. that!… so off yeez go and flounce away in yer mind’s eye to yer respective hearts’ content… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!


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