The man was talking to someone I couldn’t see. Or maybe he was talking to someone only he could see. All I knew was that when I reached him, there was no one at the top of the steps. He carried a plastic supermarket bag and he looked about my age. He was wearing a […]
Last night I attended a prizegiving at Lesmahagow High School. My job was to shake hands, congratulate each prizewinner and then pass them their certificate or trophy. I managed it without any serious difficulty. After all, the heavy–lifting had been done by the pupils themselves and the on–the–ball staff members who ensured that the correct […]
Sometimes looking back is not a good idea. Just ask Lot’s wife.
The new book will be published on April 27. I hope it entertains. I hope it enthrals. I hope it makes you at least smile. I hope, this time, it scares you.
Libraries must be protected. Here I present a love letter I wrote to my favourite Glasgow library
I made an astonishing discovery this morning in the shower.
We’ve just had St Andrew’s Day, the feast day of Scotland’s Patron Saint (it was November 30, in case you didn;t know). Have you ever wondered why Scotland adopted the Saltire as its national flag? Well, there are two competing stories.
A look back at reactions to the first Dominic Queste thriller
My Scotland is one of dark deeds and dark tales. Stories of ghosts and demons, of battles and massacres, of murder and mayhem. And cheap laughs, always cheap laughs. Here I travel to the borders – the debatable lands which for centuries were the killing fields for warring nations and noble families – to visit what is for me the most sinister castle I’ve ever seen.
My Scotland is one of dark deeds and dark tales. Stories of ghosts and demons, of battles and massacres, of murder and mayhem. In the first of an occasional series telling some of these yarns and sharing my pictures, I talk of the Reverend Robert Kirk, who legend tells us found himself away with the fairies.