
John MacLeod
Columnist, Writer-at-large at Daily Mail
Journalist, Writer at large at Freelance
Articles
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1 week ago |
dailymail.co.uk | John MacLeod
Whenever I nip south for time with my mother and memory-lane rambles around G13, there is one enjoyable ritual: I always pause at Fort William for a scoff at McDonald’s. Though not for several years have I been able to make my manly stride to the till and order three cheeseburgers, a large fries and a large Coke. These days you have to jab at faintly ridiculous touchscreens, pay by card, note your order number, and then loiter hungrily till some tray-brandishing teenager hollers it out.
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2 weeks ago |
dailymail.co.uk | John MacLeod
The other day I noticed a mildly alarming development at our local Tesco. What had hitherto been a tiny, monochrome LED screen itemising each of my purchases, in cigarette-packet print, as the till-chick scanned everything through was suddenly as big as a copy of Cosmopolitan. In vivid Technicolor. With an image of every item and in very big print. I glanced right and left. It was the same at every other till. Each customer’s shopping blaringly detailed for all to see.
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3 weeks ago |
dailymail.co.uk | John MacLeod
They’ve clobbered smokers. Thought – aloud – about criminalising the ownership of cats. Its Fife panjandrums are now leaning on local chippies to slash portion-sizes – in the averred interests of public health: now, SNP surrogates threaten your Sunday roast. The ink had barely dried on the first Scottish Parliament minutes before that first cohort of MSPs had banned fox-hunting and hare-coursing. Passed a whole Act about dog-fouling.
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3 weeks ago |
dailymail.co.uk | John MacLeod
I recently enjoyed some holiday with my mother in her new Glasgow pad, barely half an hour’s walk from where we lived through the Seventies. And, walking hither and yon, I visited many old haunts. Schools. The Jordanhill woods. Victoria Park and – just in time, as it sadly proved – the Renfrew ferry. Which often saw me stumping along Anniesland Road. Even the name sets me a little on edge, for I remember my parents’ horror back in 1973. Solemn warnings. Talk of kerb-drill and the Green Cross Code.
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1 month ago |
msn.com | John MacLeod
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