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Bound

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So I just plugged my external hard drive into my shiny new computer for the first time, and clicked on a folder titled ‘IMPORTANT STUFF’.  This hard drive, I should warn you, is mainly home to photos, videos and documents from my first laptop purchased circa 2007.  I replaced it in 2011 when I returned to college, because commuting with a 17″ laptop is not really practical.  Anyway, the first thing in my IMPORTANT STUFF folder was this poem I wrote about Fyvie Castle’s library in sixth year. Here it is, exactly the same way it was submitted in 2008.   … Continue reading Bound

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I Would Walk 500 Miles…But You Wouldn’t.

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At the weekend I found myself in Dundee for the annual Polaris day event (it’s a Guide thing, where Scottish members aged between 16 & 25 get together to voice their opinions on various things), and I’d like to start by saying it was a really good day. We made balloons look like pirates, wandered around the Discovery (a big boat) and went on a treasure hunt (have you guessed the theme yet?). As well as all that, we had some really interesting discussions about Guidey things that I’m not going to bore the non-Guidey people amongst you with…except the … Continue reading I Would Walk 500 Miles…But You Wouldn’t.

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London 2012, a la Glasgow.

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If you don’t know what London 2012 was, I demand to know where you have been for the last 10 years, especially the past 12 months.  I am, of course, talking about the Olympic Games, that every Brit (I can’t talk for the rest of the world unfortunately) was sick to death of hearing about.  You couldn’t go anywhere, or do anything, without being reminded about them, and the closer the games drew the worse that it got.  Remember we’re British, we were only ever destined to mess it up monumentally, especially after Beijing’s amazing performance.  This was our chance … Continue reading London 2012, a la Glasgow.

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Scotland’s Biggest Secret.

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  Today I had the joy of experiencing a nuclear explosion.  Okay, so maybe not a real one or else I wouldn’t be able to write this.  My family and I were at ‘Scotland’s Secret Bunker’, 100ft under a farmhouse not too far from St Andrews, the Government’s best kept secret for 40 years. Why is there a bunker 100ft under an unsuspecting Scottish farmhouse? Simple.  So that in the eventuality of nuclear warfare, the Government has somewhere safe to store their people, where they could still run the country.   Well, they had.  It’s no longer a secret, and has been a museum since 1994 (the Government … Continue reading Scotland’s Biggest Secret.