Joe, I'm stumbling about this new look site like a fucken grandad. I could easily have missed this. It might be the best thing that has happened to me online since I was misrepresented as a Lockerbie apologist on some BBC news comments thread.
That’s nothing mate. We were caught up in the Pennan landslides and the Scotsman newspaper reported that my name was Tom (age 34) and my wife was 47, when in reality I was 36 and she was 27. She went fucking nutso and subsequently we’ve never read the Scotsman since, so your loss.
It’s reassuring to realise that Scottish journalists are as utterly pisspoor as their English equivalents.
I’m happy to report that we laugh about it now, but it was a tense few days camped out in the Bridge hotel in Helmsdale.
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