The Imaginary Diary of Graham Spiers

The rhythm of the Orient Express as it trundled out of Istanbul was relaxing and might have been a calm and pleasurable experience except I was stuck, hiding under a bed while Tom Devine ploughed into Angela Haggerty just feet from my face.  “By the...

So where was I?  Oh yes, my bowels were dissolving and Lawwell was glaring at me with an evil glint in his eye.  Somewhere out there James Doleman was stinking up a court as he stalked Rangers and Angela Haggerty was bleating about double standards while...

Tom Devine was laughing, pointing at me and slapping his thighs.  “Oh you bloody great oaf, Spiers.  You’ve only gone and fallen for it again!” he roared as he tossed me a rope to pull me in out of the Clyde where I was bobbing around having fallen out...

Writer’s block, it’s a terrible thing from which to suffer especially if you’re Scotland’s number one crusading journalist; fighting injustice, bigotry, free speech and Rangers wherever you find them.  Yet there I was, cramping up mentally and unable...