Voice’s Fred Wilkinson caught up with new Aberdeen Football Club supporters group Red Army 12 as they set about creating a banner for the club’s new captain and instant hero.
Despite some worrying pre-season results, the Dons find themselves at the top of the Scottish Premier League with maximum points and celebrating a decisive cup victory over Alloa Athletic. So where did it all go right?
By Fred Wilkinson, with thanks to Andy Kite
Aberdeen music fans can look forward to a wealth of entertainment in October, whilst contributing towards efforts to tackle poverty.
Oxjam is a national event which hopes to raise money for Oxfam whose aim is to improve conditions for those living in poverty. It will take place at a number of venues in Aberdeen on the 23rd October. Continue reading »
A new red light district is to be established on the outskirts of the city!
Aberdeen Football Club, last week, lodged a planning application for the proposed new community stadium to be situated to the north of Loirston Loch.
Along with some impressive computer generated images of the new facility comes the announcement that lighting will be installed to give the stadium a red glow at night. The club’s official colour of course, as oft witnessed on the faces of embarrassed fans. Continue reading »
A poem by David A. E. Murdoch.
No fish, then no seabirds, nor sharks, only whales
With their blubber and blowholes and rudder like tales
For they sift the plankton on which the fish feed
But we eat the fish, not from hunger but greed
A Poem By David A.E. Murdoch.
When does a man stop to look at his path?
When the petals are closing in its aftermath,
Drained of the vigour which carried him on
A light in the realm of death’s scurrying dawn,
Last year when the sun called my sepal to rise,
The salt on my temples smelled out enterprise,
But a weakness like gangrene devoured my pride,
Now I’m pleading with angels to ne’er leave my side,
When a man stiffs his collar and looks to the sky,
And ventures a question awaiting reply,
The answer the question he offered so low,
In asking is answered with no quid pro quo,
To ponder essential on ways bound with fear,
Racing at mazes no longer “it’s clear!”,
To compass my journey with wisdom and guile,
Leaves heaven’s companions to marvel and smile.
*From ‘Flying My Own Plane’ by David A.E. Murdoch,
compiled by Christine Wilkie. See Article.
Thanks to Christine for contributing the above.
Flying My Own Plane By David A. E. Murdoch is available
on Amazon, at Waterstones, Aberdeen, and on the
publisher’s website.
Footnote….
Chipmunka Publishing specialises in giving a voice to people
with mental health and other issues.
By Fred Wilkinson with thanks to Christine Wilkie.
An anthology of poems by the late David A. E. Murdoch has raised over £1000 for a mental health charity.