Kenneth Roy

Why Michelle Mone
has to stay
in Scotland

 

The Midgie
Bad drivers


Steve Tilley
and others

The perils of
travelling by train
in Scotland


John Cameron
Kicking a man when he's down


The short-list

Dumbing-down
the world's literary
masterpieces


The Cafe 2
A problem of etiquette

6

Tom Gallagher

Why should Alex Salmond
be caressed with a feather
duster by Paxo?


The Cafe 3
Fitzpatrick takes on Hill

7

7

Howie Firth

We're enjoying the
deep darkness, and the

light from the stars


Alistair R Brownlie
The brigands have
taken over

5


Rear Window

John Izod, professor of screeen analysis at Stirling University, chronicles the start
of autumn in 2004

Friday 3 September
To Edinburgh Playhouse for Rambert Dance Company with the RSNO and performances of three song cycles by Mahler. In the auditorium, Kim Brandstrup's 'Songs of a Wayfarer' is the most accessible. Working against a backdrop of luminous panels – their colour changes with the music's mood – the soloists dance a love triangle, painting the topography of their emotions in scintillating abstract shapes. A roar of delighted gratitude from the audience for this.      However, the final piece receives subdued but prolonged applause. Andrew Tudor's 'Dark Elegies' (1937) exploits the stately courtesies of rural folk dance, winding the performers into a human dial. But their chronometer is fractured by grief as the community dance their mourning for the death of its children in a disaster. We get home to news of mass slaughter in Beslan. As Jann Parry writes in Sunday's Observer, the piece has lost none of its prescience and it dwells in the mind as the dreadful events in Russia unfold.

Saturday 4 September
Jazz, Champagne, good company. A wedding party high above sun-drenched farms in the Cleveland Hills. The son of one of my friends from undergraduate days has married. Marker of the passage of yet another swathe of time.

Sunday 5 September
Princes Street, for the fireworks closing the Edinburgh Festival. Four Chinese couples with small children spread a tarpaulin in front of us and snack on hardboiled eggs. Meanwhile the men take digital pictures of their kids. People shouldering past to find the best vantage point are intrigued by the happy scene and give them space. An announcer calls for a minute's silence for the grieving of Beslan and the huge assembly stills. Scotland at its best.

SR autumn 2004

 



Faces of Islay


A series of character studies by Islay McLeod

I. Lily Fish

 

Lily McDougall is 95 and still driving. She is a piper, painter and poet. The photograph above was taken about half a century ago outside her house
at Caol Ila on the east of the island.

 

Lily now. She's better known as Lily Fish because she was for so long the island's fish merchant. Her late husband Dougie was one of the lighthouse attendants.
     As a young woman, Lily left the island to work in Glasgow, hoping to get a job as a clippie on the trams. There were no jobs on the trams. Instead she sold brushes and cleaning equipment house to house. 'I must have been very strong in those days – the leather case was so heavy'. She returned to the island, still selling around the doors, this time with the help of a bicycle. 'If I made £90 in a week, I would keep £30'. Her mother brought a van over from the mainland and sold fish from door to door. Lily joined her.

 

An embroidery by Lily of her house, Yellow Rock Cottage

 

Sometimes Lily's cats don't come home, even to this beautiful place. 'They prefer to stay overnight at the distillery with the men.'