Fri, 19 May 2017
Lesley returns refreshed and invigorated from Croatia. I on the other hand am hot foot frae Kirkcaldy. Oh the glamour of it all!
The launch of the Conservative Party manifesto, north and south of the border;that ITV leaders debate, minus May and Corbyn and the post Brexit position of the Scottish fishing industry give us plenty to chew over. By the way yon EU spokesperson neither of us could remember is Karmenu Vella, European Commissioner for the Environment, Maritime Affairs and Fisheries.You , of course, good listeners knew that!
Ruth Davidson's Orwell lecture on nationalism and patriotism also turns up some surprising stuff on the sainted George.
All that and more plus tales of Balkan sea swimming.
Fri, 12 May 2017
This week's podcast was recorded live at the Butterfly Cafe in Dundee.
Lesley was just about to jet off to sunny Croatia and we took advantage of the cafe's good auspices to podcast from the children's play area( highly appropriate I hear you cry!).
So, not only will you hear herself and me but ,to the background of happy coffee drinkers ,you'll meet the bold wee Felix and his mum enjoying themselves with the Lego( other plastic building bricks are available).
In the midst of all this Lesley manages to chat about the leak of the Labour manifest, and the exclusion of the Greens from much of the General Election coverage both north and south of the border.
I cover the ongoing Tory election expenses scandal.
And we both try and get our heads round the "You're fired" moment featuring Donald Trump and the erstwhile head of the FBI.
Fri, 5 May 2017
This week we rush headlong into the stramash of the local elections.
Are rumours of the Tory Scottish tidal wave over exaggerated?
Just what is going on when swathes of solid Labour areas suddenly turn blue?
Have we reached peak SNP?
Is it the constitution stupid?
Lesley dashes hot foot from PM and I try and decipher my hastily scribbled notes as we bring our caffeine fueled brains to bear on these questions.
I also chuck in a gratuitous Duke of Edinburgh anecdote. Friend to the famous me!