Here’s a video of what I saw yesterday afternoon at the Glasgow School of Art.
Despite news reports today which are playing down the damage, the Mackintosh interiors, particularly the library, were very obviously completely gutted.
Here’s a video of what I saw yesterday afternoon at the Glasgow School of Art.
Despite news reports today which are playing down the damage, the Mackintosh interiors, particularly the library, were very obviously completely gutted.
I’m sure I should have reacted in the same way as Mr Angry, which is why I never fly. It’s a form of claustrophobia – I also never travel by train if I can possibly avoid it, because passengers these days are powerless to open the windows and doors, and even to travel in a car with central locking is an ordeal. So, in effect, I can’t travel nowadays.
The last time I had a Mr Angry he was sat next to me in a very public place where my reputation was at stake. Also I have a professional connection with him. Inevitably I felt it all reflected on me. It was a bad experience. A really bad experience. Anger of that kind is, I suspect, needing professional help of some kind.
I’ve done the getting off the plane and spending the night in a hotel business, and I do not recommend it. 22 hours late. Our families were interviewed on local news.
Still not sure I wouldn’t rather do that again than sit through what sounds like one of the worst non-crashing flights in commercial aviation history.
Wonderful tale, Kelvin – we’re enjoying it as we sit with our feet up looking out over The Minch at the end of a perfect day on Berneray …(sorry!)
Fr Pip had a good story in the Scottish Sun this morning. I noticed it whilst leafing through the pages. Take a look here.
When I turned up the readings to look at to prepare to speak this morning, I found myself thinking about the last time I was thrown out of a religious institution. I was sent packing. Told to get out. Instructed not to return until I knew how to behave. What was this cruel institution, I…
Right, here is the thing. I’ve set up an online forum for the new knitting group which seemed to be forming all over the place this morning. In the choir, in the pews, in the synod hall, amongst the servers. The talk of knitting was everywhere. Indeed, knitting was being committed during the choir rehearsal…
It is time, is it not, for a knitting group at St Mary’s? And if we ask her nicely, Mother Ruth will supply details of her prayer shawl ministry. Won’t she?
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