My My My Life

<p>In <em>My My My Life</em> Alasdair Paterson treats us to a cornucopia of existential titbits real or imaginary - from questions of pirate and Pictish identity to riffs on twilight and the twilight years via an involuntary appearance in a Breughel painting the poetic output of a mad king and dinner in a Titanic-themed restaurant. And much more...</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>The smouldering heap throws off some sparks of native wit still and one can only regret what great things might have been done had the author - at a vulnerable and unreflective age - not been seduced by thetrans-border mirage of adventures with regularly replenished bank deposits freethinking in humid boudoirs and gaudy acts of worship happy hours roads less travelled regional cheeses spinsters cycling a wee bit the worse for drink through misty meadows to evensong to say nothing of those modishly alleged cellular urgings to widen the gene pool... -The West Lothian Presbyter</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>Beware Mr Paterson! The <em>Stornoway Puffin</em> has its eye on you!</p><p>-<em>Stornoway Puffin</em></p><p><br></p>