Powerful Pink

Yesterday, in the Scottish Poetry Library, a lady with a carrying voice and hair the colour of candyfloss was telling stories to a group of children.  Both her hair and her voice, I discovered through close watching, were useful in commanding the children’s attention.  The hair was a wig, of course, and the voice had … Continue reading Powerful Pink

Canny Mind

“Could you send me the name of the wine you brought when you came for dinner the other night?”  Ping.  Back came an immediate response: “Canny Mind.”  Gone are the days of wines being named after the vineyard, the land where the grapes are grown or the winemaker himself.  Château Des Maures, Cloudy Bay and … Continue reading Canny Mind