Ribboned rogue ON a train from Glasgow’s South Side into the city centre reader Lisa Parker noticed a mother with her daughter, who was about ten-years-old. The little girl looked like she had been dragged from the pages of an Edwardian novel about life amongst the middle-classes. Says Lisa: “Her mum had tied pink ribbons in her ringlets, and she was wearing a very old-fashioned dress.
” As sweet and innocent as the child appeared, there was possibly a darker soul lurking within. For her mother was giving her a row for being cheeky, and threatening all manner of punishments. The youngster merely shrugged, then replied in a smug and squeaky voice: “You can’t scare me.
I’d go to jail gladly, and break out the next day.” Big ain’t best AN English newspaper praised popular Scottish author Douglas Skelton, labelling him a crime writing giant. Which should be good news, right? Not exactly.
Douglas isn’t delighted with the ‘giant’ epithet. “Hmmm,” he says, “maybe I shouldn't have that roll and sausage for lunch.” Energy drink THE adult daughter of reader Brian Chrystal was with a female friend, buying a bottle of Vinho Verde in the Shawlands Aldi, using a self-service till, though they still needed staff authorisation.
"Ah!” smiled a helpful assistant. “Buying lady petrol, I see." Sade becomes sad THE Diary is ruining famous bands and singers by adding just one letter to their name.
AJ Clarence says that the sultry and jazz-influenced 80s pop chanteu.