26 May 2016


May may not be the cruellest month -- but it is certainly the busiest. Between the election and its aftermath, the end of teaching and a small burst of sunshine, academic writing and conferencing, my examinations and the waist-high pile of marking they generate, this peat worrier has been crucified by work this month, by turns zonked, distracted and uninspired. 

So just a wee note to say -- I'm not dead; I haven't given up the ghost. The lectures are now over. The papers are graded. The brief sun has sunk beneath a more familiar Glasgow raincloud. Normal blogging service to resume here very shortly.


  1. “When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had only written eleven. Specifically:
    His rhinoceros smelled like a poppadom: sweaty, salty, strange and strong.
    Her editor would cut that line.”

    Lang may your rhinoceros reek like a poppadom.

  2. If this is you re-inventing yourself then you owe me an apology. I doubt it will be forthcoming.

    I am not a racist, contrary to your daft opinion.

    So want to roll back, or not Herr Lallands?

    It would be interesting to see you admit a wrong.

    Hell freezes over. The heat death of the Universe happens, Lallands Peat Worrier remains in denial.

    1. {...............................................Que?}

    2. Dear Douglas,

      You are obviously upset about this. I've taken a look at our recent interactions on here -- and am afraid I can't make head nor tail of when or how you thought I characterised you as a racist. It certainly isn't a word I'd associate with you, given our limited interactions on this site. It doesn't really sound my style, to be honest. But if you can point me to whatever - perhaps careless or brusque - thing I might have said, I'd be happy to iron out any misunderstandings on this score.

    3. LPW has called me far worse things. He once called me a "boggart." It still hurts.

    4. The Sleep of Reason produces monstrous accusations.

  3. Your hero accused me of being racist. I am not.

    I have written directly against the National Front, something our good host has absent in his cv.

    To then be accused of being a racist, is beyond the pale.

    Lallands Peat Worrier has a lot of apologising to do.

    Though I expect it not.

    He thought he knew me, he did not. And research would have been beyond him. Accusuation, absent evidence, was his mistake.

    So, Lallands Peat Worrier, who is right and who is wrong?

    1. My hero? Well, I wouldn't go quite that far, but I certainly respect him and all his works, and have done ever since he was a struggling student, barely able to afford decent claret.

      That you have a bone to pick with him is obvious, perhaps a more personal medium other than his blog is the place to chew it over?

  4. Well, Conan. He accused me of being a racist right here.

    It starts here and ends here, either with an apology from Lallands Peat Worrier, or not.

    He is a fool if he thinks I am a racist.

    I expect an apology for that. For I am the exact opposite. Our host hasn't a clue.


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