Nothing to do with me - By Jan Needle
Every month, to my surprise, I suddenly find I have this blog to write and I haven't got a clue. This month, what we writers laughingly call the pressure is even greater than usual, because I'm flying off to Berlin in a day or two, and I have other vital things to finish. Aw! It's me I feel sorry for… Sometimes, though, the suffering of other people is brought home with a bang. Julia Jones’s gruelling and frighteningly honest piece on the 9 th was a case in point. It was hard to read, and harder to digest. I left a comment because I wanted to show some solidarity, but I had not a clue what to say. Julia is wonderful, one of those people who makes one feel inadequate. I can only thank her for it. Good things can happen though. Northern Lights near Oldham Another terrific writer who has this effect on me is Mark Frankland - and he also runs a charity in Dumfries for victims of the military life. Not people who have been attacked or injured by the fo...