…I’m grateful for the legions of great pals I have in the Great Global Author Diaspora… some of whom I’ve only ‘met’ in the Virtualsphere, others in person… one such from the ‘in person’ group is terrific crime thriller writer, Frank Muir (he goes all posh with his ‘Sunday’ name on his books – ‘T. F. Muir’)… I first read one of his DCI Andy Gilchrist thrillers a few years ago, and was hooked on his series ever since… his latest wee masterpiece, BLOOD TORMENT is currently edging closer to the top of my to-be-read pile…
…apart from his obvious wordsmithing skills, Frank possesses opinions… and ain’t shy in expressing them… LUV IT!… here’s a sample of what I mean:
At the invitation of that wonderful ‘auld’ Scottish author, Seumas Gallacher, I realised I had a few things on my mind that I would like to share with Seumas’s readers through his generous offer to let me loose on his blog. All free of charge, too, which is more than likely contrary to most people’s belief that Scots are as tight as a politician’s coffin. Which brings me to my first rant.
Being Scottish, too, I’m used to hearing derogatory remarks about our alleged unwillingness to ‘buy a round,’ or ‘chip into the kitty,’ or that the old threepenny bit had twelve edges so you could use a spanner to screw it out of a Scotsman’s hand. And oh my, what we allegedly do to poor sheep with our wellington boots – it’s enough to make a Scotsman grab onto his sporran and run to the hills to hide in shame. Well, let me reassure the people of the world (or at least all of those who subscribe to Seumas’s blog!!) that the Scots are none of the above – at least none of the Scots I know.
I first met Seumas on one his trips back to Glasgow, when he invited several of his Facebook friends – authors and readers – to meet for a get together in a hotel in Glasgow. It turned out to be a great event, one in which I met other kindred lovers of books, and found Seumas to be friendly, helpful, and extremely generous, in fact picking up the tab for the whole event – in other words, a true Scotsman.
My second rant is about FIFA, the governing body of football (soccer, to Seumas’s American friends), who don’t seem capable of running a stag party in a brewery, let alone manage the rules of the beautiful game. Rife with rumours (many allegedly true) of bribery and corruption, FIFA seems to be run by a clueless bunch of dunderheads with barely an ounce of common sense in the collective six inches between the ears. Point in fact – for the latest match between two auld rivals, England and Scotland at Wembley (incidentally, played on Armistice day – see below), FIFA’s irrational argument that Scotland’s dark blue strip would be difficult to distinguish between England’s all-white strip because Scotland’s strip had white shorts, defies all sense of logic. Scotland were obliged to wear all-pink strips instead, even though in countries that still show football games on black and white TVs, the contrast between pink and white strips would be less striking.
But worst of all, after that same match, FIFA reported both the England and Scottish teams to their disciplinary committee for wearing armbands with poppies in commemoration of all those who gave the ultimate sacrifice and lost their lives in combat. The argument behind this case of monumental stupidity was that FIFA’s rules do not permit the display of political statements on any football attire – an admirable rule in and of itself. But would someone please explain to that group of ignoramuses that wearing poppies is never, has never been, nor ever will be, a political statement.
And so to my last rant, which is really not a rant, but a blowing of all Scots’ trumpets (or bagpipes) on behalf of our fiercely patriotic nation. Two words – Andy Murray. If there was ever a harder-working, more humble and dedicated professional sportsperson in any corner of the world, then I would need to see him, or her, to believe it. With two Olympic gold medals, two Wimbledon and one US Open grand slams, and finishing the year as World number one – never before done by any Brit (man or woman) in the modern era of tennis – Murray has defined himself as one of the greatest, if not the greatest ever, Scottish sportsperson. Of course, being an ardent fan of Andy Murray comes with its drawbacks, because – as every Scottish tennis supporter knows – Murray puts us through the wringer, time and time again. So much so, in fact, that the Oxford English Dictionary is thinking of redefining ‘murder’ as – a Scotsman watching Andy Murray play tennis!!
Talking of murder, if any of Seumas’s fans like to read a good crime story, please feel free to visit my website at www.frankmuir.com and learn a bit more about me and my books – the first and only contemporary crime series set in St. Andrews, Scotland, the home of golf – but that’s another story.
…thanks gazillions for the post, Frank… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!
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