‘The first queerbasher McGillivray ever met was in the mirror.’
And here is the blurb
From the revivalist churches of Orkney in the 1970s, to the gay bars of London and Northern England in the 90s, via the divinity school at Aberdeen, this is the story of McGillivray, a self-centred, promiscuous hypocrite, failed Church of Scotland minister, and his own worst enemy.
Determined to live life on his own terms, McGillivray’s grasp on reality slides into psychosis and a sense of his own invulnerability, resulting in a brutal attack ending life as he knows it.
Raw and uncompromising, this is a viciously funny but ultimately moving account of one man’s desire to come to terms with himself and live his life as he sees fit.
I am a book learnèd Vole and was asked to participate in a post a poem s day challenge in face book – the four friends I nominate are Toad, Mole, Ratty and Badger who have to carry on the favour
Ozymandias by Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away
Greg has given us permission to use his strip – thank you!!!!!! This is the first of the series and we will post them up in the evenings. Indeed reality is beyond satire. The original and legible one is here. The National is being a great friend to us. Thanks for all the support.
Alistair Carmichael was part of the Tory led government that let the 1000 richest families double their wealth
“How come we are poorer Mummy Vole?”, Svein asked yesterday.
Well, Mrs Vole replied, ‘Our Government is full of rich people with lots of rich friends and they were worried about getting poorer. Big companies and their share holders also got cross about paying tax like normal people. If they were asked to, they would huff and puff and promise to run away. So, the Government has used something they call ‘Austerity’ as an excuse to take money from us and give it to their friends. Its something they call ‘capitalism’.
“Thats not a good thing?”then said Svein?
“No, it isn’t. We want a Scotland that is for everyone, the poor and the rich.”
“Is that going to happen?”
“It may, if people start voting for the SNP in Scotland and Labour in England.”
As all the best authorities agree,this Orkney Vole is no common beast and so was delighted to chat in his burrow with Sir Peter Maxwell Davies, CH, CBE, Master of the Queen’s Music Emeritus just as he was relaxing before a performance of ‘Solstice of Light’ in Saint Magnus Cathedral.We were sharing a glass of the ‘right stuff’, a decent Scapa and the subject of independence came up. I was complaining how the Burnside Hogboon (who was in the kitchen preparinga meal) was a Liberal Democrat and he was saying that the nearest one to him on Sanday had similar problems and in addition had little ear for music.