One quick glance at my mugshot and, thanks to the boyish good looks, dear reader, you’ll be shocked to learn I’m 54 tomorrow. What’s that? I could pass for 30? Ach, you’re too kind.
Seriously, though, when you look at an Easter holiday snap of my recent trip in our election battle bus – sorry, motorhome – you WON’T be shocked to learn I spent the entire fortnight on the receiving end of some good-natured banter. That’s the price you pay for looking like a fat Peter Murrell…
(This column usually steers well clear of politics but, given their alleged financial frailty, here’s my prediction for the SNP – I reckon they’ll be bought for £1 by Craig Whyte.) Age is only a number, of course, and I was reminded of that when I read a preview of the documentary on C5 tomorrow.
