Posts Categorized: HNM Column

Surprising lessons from a movie classic

There’s more to Dead Poets Society than ‘Carpe Diem’ We lit the fire on Sunday afternoon, slammed a joint of beef in the oven for dinner, and settled down to watch a DVD. The film was an oldie – the 1997 Robin Williams film Dead Poets Society. You’ll have seen it; it’s set in a… Read more »

Remembrance – Bailey Gwynne, and Poppies.

There cannot be a parent in the country whose heart didn’t miss a few beats on hearing the news that 16 year old Cults Academy pupil Bailey Gwynne had been fatally stabbed during lunch time at school. Losing a child is the wrong order of things and must be utterly heart-breaking for his family and… Read more »

Gender Pay Gaps and the Gin Crisis. Solutions.

The Gender Pay Gap and the Icelandic Solution There’s not much that David Cameron says with which I agree with but I can’t find fault with his pledge to ‘end the pay gap in a generation’. As with so many political promises, that’s a pledge that is easy to make but tricky to implement. But… Read more »

Stirring up memories of The Beautiful Game

I’ve never been to a football match so I haven’t experienced first-hand the camaraderie and sense of belonging that comes from being part of a loyal following. I can only imagine the shared elation, tension and despondency, influenced by how well (or otherwise) things are going on the pitch, although I have witnessed the feelings… Read more »

Second class railway but inspiration from canals.

It was Highland Business Week last week. The week was organised by Inverness Chamber of Commerce, and took the form of a series of talks, exhibitions and seminars on various topics, all rounded off with Friday’s Highland Business Awards, which acknowledged the achievements of businesses right across the Highlands, Islands and Moray. I was hosting… Read more »

Sleep, Strava and…growing up?

Sleep. It’s a topic I’m slightly obsessed with. I can’t be sure whether it’s a symptom of my 18 month struggle with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome in the early 90s, the baby years of the late 90s, or the 13 years of a 4.30am alarm before the MFR Breakfast Show. But almost the first thing I… Read more »

Matriculation +31 years. Plus Power Posing!

There are some numbers I just don’t forget. The dates of birth of close family members are obvious ones and I’ll never forget our first phone number. My National Insurance number (pedants will point out that it contains letters too) trips off my tongue without a moment’s hesitation, and in a similar fashion I remember… Read more »