EVERYBODY suspected that Eric Milligan wouldn't go without a whimper, that they'd have to drag him screaming, manacled to his desk, from his grandiose office in the City Chambers. I've been in it. Been in Lord Provost George Grubb's office, too, and, believe me, offices up there don't come grandioser than Eric's.
So officegate has returned to City Hall and, if you saw Frank Boyle's riotous cartoon on Friday, City Council leader Jenny Dawe has the power. She can have him evicted, she can order in the sheriffs, so to speak, with battering ram and tasers.
For
some reason, though, she seems overly reluctant to so do. Which begs the question: what does Eric move-me-at-your-peril Milligan, councillor for Sighthill and Gorgie, have on Mrs Dawe, Lib Dems' leading lady? Has to be something Dawe-inspiring.
Butterfly effect Opera's never been my bag. There wasn't much call for it in Leith (we couldn't afford the glasses). But the Cameo has found a fanatical following for the art, so much so that the Tollcross cinema announces this soon its 2008/09 programme of ten exclusive performances beamed live direct from the Metropolitan Opera in New York.
Opens on October 11 with Salome and, on the way to a finale in May, Madama Butterfly is set for March 7.
Meantime, La Boheme, fastest sell-out of the current season, is being reprised a week today at 7pm, tickets £12.30 at 08717 042 068. I once had a girlfriend called Salome. She just didn't have the stomach for me.
A cracking idea Eggstra, eggstra! Read all about it! Waitrose are shelling ostrich eggs at £15.99. They're 24 times the size of a hen's and I can picture the strained expression on the poor bird laying one. Anyway, I'm going to give one of those costly crackers a go. First, find an egg cup large enough. Second, on with the toast and organise an entire regiment of soldiers. They do say the odd ostrich feather tends to stick in the top set.
Afterwords . . . . . Ringo Starr's revelation: "My main love is to play my drums. I love to write. I love to hang out with musicians." So Ringo, don't you feel uncomfortable, embarrassed even, in their company?
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