Opinion

The king of daytime telly has been toppled. Jezza is no more.

A smashing night at the Adam Smith Theatre last week was ended with two words guaranteed to scunner you. Train cancelled.

The site of a polling card lying behind my door last week reminded me the European elections were imminent.

I’m starting to warm to Greta Thunberg - if that isn’t an inappropriate way to describe a climate change campaigner.

Another major chain store contracts, and Kirkcaldy loses again.

A Kirkcaldy restaurant boss has struck a chord with local residents after pointing out why the town has far more to shout about than you may think.

Every year my interest in the Links Market wanes a little bit more, but, it never fully disappears.

The annual publication of school exam league tables was met with a sigh of despair by teachers in staffrooms across Fife.

It seems that we are continually watching politicians drag us further into the mud and trample any sense of national pride that may have been felt by everyday folk on both sides of the Brexit divide.

Laughing at Nigel Farage ought to be a national sport.

Hazel, Ron and Andy were part of my youth.

It may be the end of the year before Fife commuters get to relax on trains with sufficient carriages to cope with demand.

Why do we have to have ‘experiences?’

Every commuter has a horror story of last-minute cancellations, delays and ridiculously overcrowded carriages.

It’s time to ‘fess up. I’ve, er, perhaps not paid for every plastic bags I’ve used at the self-service check-outs in supermarkets.

What on earth was going through Liam Neeson’s head when he wandered down memory lane and came up with an anecdote that may yet wreck his entire career?

It’s been a strange week for Kirkcaldy town centre, one that’s brought a fair amount of mixed emotions.

There is no other sound in the world like that little static pop and click of when you place the needle on a record.

Twitter may well be a worldwide platform for communicating, but it’s not one favoured by many sportsmen.