"Great read every day. Makes me smile as Rab muses about music and his irreverent views on the EU. Tune in, you won't be disappointed."
"Excellent 'Blog' which can be controversial at times, while maintaining it's humour. Keep it up Big Rab!"
"Updated every day with doses of good humour, political satire, a running commentary on the progress of author's home football team and his life."
"Pure brilliant, so it is - I never miss it, though God knows, I've tried."
"An inspiration to start my own blog"
"For dipping into it's better than pakora sauce"
"Anyone who doesn't like the EU and has a soft spot for Albion Rovers can't be all bad"
"Facile and False"
"Populist,puerile and prosaic"
"Utter pish! Keep it up, I love it!"
"People may also find the Ben Lomond Free Press blog illuminating, interesting and/or amusing. It’s not mentalist as such but familiar themes emerge. I particularly like accounts of encounters with strange elementals (of course! ELEmentals!) from elfin safety. And the fact that the blog is run by someone who plays in a blues band called Harmonica Lewinsky."
I sailed doon the watter on new years eve [yes really] hogmamanhood 1966.
A deck boy on a sailing lugger, Shaw Saville bound for AusstraliA.
It wis hell no water no mammies kisses and big AB’s smiles as I took my turn in the barrel.
BUT it made a MAN of me not like these poofee wee boys who work in Call centres or mobile phone shops nowadays.
That reminds me of my own Dad’s story. He was orphaned at 10 and by age 14 he was sailing down the Clyde as a cabin boy, bound for among other places Naples, and Rio. Can you imagine a 14 year old doing that today.
Brilliant film! All those ships! How things change in a mere 50 years.
I was in Cuba a few years ago and we had lunch at a small restuarant down by the docks in Havana. It was like reliving my childhood as the docklands reminded me so much of Glasgow in the 60′s. Hustle bustle of people, lots of ships loading and unloading, cobbled streets, a mixture of trucks (lorries) and horse drawn vehicles and an atmosphere of being alive. During my summer holidays I would often go with my dad in his lorry and we were often up at the King George V docks and I still remember the sights, sounds and smells.