I am a Scottish journalist and photographer, with a long career as a freelance as well as holding staff and executive positions in the national print media. I am an established PR consultant and publicist, with clients in the oil, steel and pharmaceutical industries and elsewhere. I write, edit and publish employee incentive magazines and give motivational talks and lectures to business clients on Public Relations and Marketing. I am used to briefing journalists and speaking on camera.
I graduated with Bachelor of Art with Honours from Edinburgh College of Art in 1983 majoring in sculpture with filmmaking and subsequently pursued Journalism Studies through Napier University. I graduated with a Master of Fine Art degree from Dundee University in 2011, where my practical area was photography and printmaking, especially photogravure, and my Dissertation was on the influence of Goddess culture.
I have four children and live in France.
I am an enthusiastic musician, photographer and writer and enjoy sailing, motorcycling and walking. My first book, Poaching the River, a full-length novel, in Doric Scots, was published in 2006. The Warm Pink Jelly Express Train is my first novel as MacShreach. I am currently finalising an English-language version of Poaching the River, a fantasy novel for young people in three parts called The Children of Aldebaran, and am writing a non-fiction book on Goddess culture.
There is no enemy but Islam and until we name it, we will not be safe from it.
This morning, the wires are alive with news of a terrorist bombing in Manchester, UK. Over twenty killed, scores injured. Many were children; they had just attended a concert by American singer Ariana Grande, who is popular in the youth market. But who on earth could have done it? Who can have brought this Calvary to Manchester? Continue reading There is no enemy but Islam: it must be named and shamed→
Until quite recently, I had no idea what it meant to be ‘Red-pilled’. It turns out that this comes from the Matrix series of films, in which the hero is given a choice: “You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”
Over the last 15 years I had increasingly become sympathetic towards feminist voices. They seemed reasonable. Women should have equal rights to men, shouldn’t they? The basic premise — of ‘equality between the sexes’ — seemed unassailable, and this was how the feminist case was being presented. Men, they said, oppressed women and this had to be changed.
We in the West are lucky. We live in the most varied, rich and progressive culture the world has ever known. Its foundation is in science. Science gives us a true way to understand the world and indeed, the universe we live in. While it may have no absolute certainties, as a body it represents the most reliable, accurate and sustainable system of knowledge humanity has even known. It is also the biggest, by far, repository of learning. That is why the unholy alliance of feminism and the cult of anti-science is as dangerous as it is: because it seeks to destroy science as the basis of our culture and replace it with mumbo-jumbo. Continue reading Feminism: a cancer that destroys the matriarchy — and our culture.→
Yesterday, the 7th of May 2017, will be long remembered. It is the day of the Fall of France.
This is not the first Fall of France. In 1940, German troops stormed through the Ardennes, completely surprising the French General Staff.
Nobody who has read Chester Wilmot’s ‘The Struggle for Europe’ can fail to recognise the similarities. In 1940, the French Establishment was represented by octogenarian and even nonagenarian generals. Their incompetence was complete. Counter attacks were so badly organised that battalions engaged on different days or in the wrong place. Communications were by carrier pigeon. The French armour, superior in numbers and quality to the German, was not allowed to operate freely, and instead was used as semi-mobile artillery for infantry support.
The result was that France capitulated. That was the first fall of France. An uneasy truce was declared, in which the Germans gave the French permission to govern themselves in territory not already under a German jackboot, but it didn’t last long; in 1942 the Germans assumed complete control.
I’m back from the Philippines again. As many of you will know, I’ve been going there every winter for the last few years.
I started in 2012, with a short 3-week stay; 2013 was longer, with a 6-week one. Then in 2014 I went for just under 4 months and in the next two years, just under 5 each, with this last being the longest. Although the last visit was not without its difficulties, I now know that I love the Phils. It seems like the place I always wanted to live but never knew where it was. Continue reading I’m back from the Philippines. And I don’t like that.→