He loves telling the old Chick Murray joke, but the timing, like his playing is never great…..Tour guide: ‘If you look over there you’ll see Dumbarton Rock’….Passenger: ‘Funny, I’ve been staring at it for half an hour and it hasn’t moved.’ Yes, stick to your usual beat MacStig, that’s the superb coverage we all enjoy from your perspicacious pen……..forensic, friendly foresight, fierce folios of frippery, a fandangoed feast of fishy…

Some say his reels are more perky than pinky, his doublet is more barrack room than barathea, and that his timing is ……. out. But when he puts pen to paper there are few blooters from our man at large. Hot footing it from Inverness to Glasto, or maybe he said Glasgow, he’s the pipe band fan’s favourite reviewer, the one and only MacStig…… By MacStig The pipe band following…

Some say his wellies are more chunter than Hunter, yet more that his temper is as frayed as his vintage Culloden kilt ….. and there are others who aver that he is AWOL from the Eccosse division of the French Foreign Legion. But does anyone care? All we know is his reports are what you are after and that he is the one and only MacStig…….  Having just about dried…

Grim, grey, wet and well worn, that’s our intrepid MacStig, not Lurgan. Well, maybe both…….  Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Victorian Public Parks with low lying aspects, in small towns with limited infrastructure, where one bus can block the main arterial street and a gilet jaune in a rain mac, waving arms, is the central control – what could possibly go wrong? The weather was the literal dampener in…

‘This way that way, forward and back and over the Irish Sea.A bottle of rum to fill my tum and that’s the life for me.’ Dear Reader, By the time you are cantering through this piece I will most likely be bobbing around on a floating piece of metal in the midst of the crossing from auld Scotia to Ulster, writes MacStig. The physics of heavy metal floating on salt…