THERE have been good times and bad over the years but, up or down, win or lose, there are few games that John Rudden has missed at Easter Road since he first walked onto the terraces holding his dad's hand on a Saturday afternoon in 1936.
Not many of the familiar faces he first saw at games are still there, but the 79-year-old lifelong Leith resident is now joined by a new crew of fellow season ticket holders - two of his grandsons and two great-grandsons.
My 16-year fight with the NHS... and why my brave little boy deserves his millions
The piece tells the moving story of how mother Pauline Mckenzie with the help of her lawyer Ken Lauder won the biggest-ever damages in a medical negligence case in Scotland for her birth-injured son Kyle after a 16-year legal fight.
It appeared as an exclusive in the Scottish Daily Mail on September 18 2010 By Jackie Kemp and Gavin Madeley.
Hens adore mushroom risotto. They are also keen on asparagus stems and the tops of strawberries. They are more curious than the cat and make a dash to get in the house whenever the back door is left open. Hens have a compelling stare, sometimes they jump on the kitchen windowsill and look down their beaks at me.
Like many in Britain, we recently enlarged our household by adding a trio of hens. Their eggs provide a source of relatively low-calorie protein and nutrient-rich food. If they are well cared-for and given a varied diet, they can produce eggs that are even better for you than shop-bought ones.
I asked scientists at Heriot-Watt University in Edinburgh whether they would analyse half-adozen eggs produced by my hens and half-a-dozen free-range ones from the big five supermarkets – and the results were astounding. They clearly showed that our eggs were significantly higher in protein and minerals. They appeared to have denser, heavier yolks, which is where most of the nutritional content of eggs is.
“Mum, it’s fine.” Even on the other end of a mobile phone I can tell my 13-year-old daughter is rolling her eyes. “What could happen?” What indeed. She and my friend’s 12-year-old son have jumped in an auto rickshaw and headed across uptown Delhi to go shopping – without permission.