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Letter from America / World Watch Out

I’ll say one thing about that Donald Trump. He’s going to be good for artistic creation. As you may have read in my last post I had the germ of an idea for a Twilight Zone type story which had elements of Back to the Future and Brigadoon (I admit, a bit of an obsession for me!) Well, here’s the finished article.

Hopefully people will find it humorous and a little chilling but I felt incredibly sad when writing it (and not for the obvious reasons of looking ahead to the next four years!). The whole idea of people having to leave a land they love for whatever reason – to make money, chase a dream or perhaps because their own land isn’t fit to live in anymore. So it is anti – Trump but it’s also an early valentine to immigrants, the LGBT community, all those who stand up to bullies – in the past and in the future… and of course the beautiful Western Isles.

Apologies to The Proclaimers for pinching their title – although they pinched it from Alistair Cooke first! (I’ll square it with them if I bump into Charlie or Craig down in Colinton Woods anytime soon!)

Talking of Scottish music legends. Rev Mulvey from Lone Head Records tempted me out of musical retirement to collaborate on this track. Could be a creative four years – if we survive, that is!



A Hero For These Times…

Edinburied Cover 3-1Let me introduce you to Fraser – former Bros lookalike from Stornoway who came to Edinburgh hoping the elegant Georgian streets would be paved with gold.  But now – fourteen years later – all he has to show is a collection of broken dreams and wasted opportunities but maybe his luck will change in 2014…   After all Fraser’s got a lot going for him – he’s tough, he’s savvy, he’s highly desirable.  Both sides of the Scottish Independence debate would love him as a poster boy – if only he could decide whose side to be on…

Yes – the wait will soon be over as Edinburied hits the ebook-stands in the coming weeks. It’s a wild and highly topical Edinburgh-set tale of murder, sex, politics… and the Referendum. I’ll be posting extracts on a new, dedicated blog – so look out for that .

In the meantime – if you’re in Edinburgh over the next few days and fancy exhibiting your out and proud credentials in public – get yourself along to one (or all!) of the Pride Scotia events. See you there!

Welcome to the United Queendom

ImageThere you go – the ayes have it! MPs have just voted overwhelmingly in favour of gay marriage. Hallelujah!

After recently being invited to an awareness raising event for LGBT History Month – I was in two minds whether to go. I mean, are such things necessary these days when every girl worth her designer handbag and eyelash extensions has the obligatory GBF (gay best friend) and Saturday night telly is awash with campery? (Actually British telly has always been camp, it’s just that the purveyors are allowed to be adult and open about their preferences now). And aren’t these events usually just preaching to the converted any way? But then, what is that rumble I hear? A bunch of dinosaurs thundering and lumbering down Downing Street to beat on the door of number ten. And that was only the warm-up act to the cobweb-draped primordial beings rising up on their hind legs in the Commons today to dribble out their bigoted nonsense.

For myself, having a bit of a bohemian upbringing meant being L/G/B/T was no big deal. (I have fond memories of my mum taking me to see Quentin Crisp in his one man show at the Edinburgh Fringe) Also gay men and women massively informed my literary and artistic landscape: Oscar Wilde, Jean Genet, Virginia Woolf, James Baldwin, Tennessee Williams, Joe Orton; gender benders from Dietrich and Garbo to glam rock, the new romantics, Morrissey. Their worlds were vivid, magical, shockingly honest, witty, bursting with life. It didn’t mean that I necessarily wanted to be gay but a world without these people would be rubbish, frankly.

Of course you can’t live by Art alone and things inevitably become political. Equal rights are important – even if it means having the right to be grey and boring, ‘staying in to watch TV while eating food covered in breadcrumbs’ (thanks, Julian Clary)… getting married, even! So, I’m pleased with today’s vote but I can’t help hearing the words of Mr Crisp: ‘Don’t try to keep up with the Joneses, drag them down to your level!’

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