11th January 1986 was the date of the very last issue of the Journal.It was, however, only the Dundee edition that disappeared from the news stands, all the other editions around various parts of Scotland remained.
The Journal was replaced the following week by the Dundee Extra.
A reminder that you can catch up with a selection of articles from the Journals past history in the "Dundee Bygone News" link down the left side of the Retro layout.
I put the photo up large sized, so if you want to read the cover the best way would be to click onto the image to get the enlarged version, then right click to "Save picture as..", download it onto your own pc, and zoom in.
Hullo Folks!
ReplyDeleteThat George Galloway, I could just skelp his wee backside sometimes!
Here’s a coincidence though. I’ve kept a complete edition of the Journal from exactly 30 years ago, March 21st 1981! Not only does it contain my weekly “Letter to You” up there in Bonnie Dundee, but it has a story about a puir couple trying to run a café in the Hilltown, and getting stick from the council about having a one-armed bandit. “Fruit machine fuss gives them the pip”, says the headline.
“The menace of drunken pedestrians” is another story. Now if they’d just stick to the sugarallie water there would be none of that trouble.
Inside, though, there’s a story about the folks of Lochee looking forward to their swimming baths reopening. I just hope they remember that only Flash cleans baths without scratching.
But what am I blethering on for? – I’m deid!
Yours aye
Molly
Affy nice to read Molly Weird again!
ReplyDeleteLOL...Molly Weird!
ReplyDeleteExcellent.
I loved The Journal.
Davie Phillips was a close friend of the famiily and to see his weekly Meh Dundee every week gave me that warm "eh ken him" feeling!
People's Friend, People's Journal and Red Star Weekly.
ReplyDeleteBunch of blimmin' lefties up at D.C's aye?
Chairman Meeow
Quiz question. Molly Weir frequently referred in her column to "my man" but never named the poor sod. Does anybody know what his name was.
ReplyDeleteBefore anybody replies that 1. I should get out more or 2. Who cares, I should point out that I had to read this drivel every week when employed in the reader's department of D,Cs in Bank Street.
You have never lived until you have read the wild goings on in the Aberdeenshire edition W.R.I.reports -best drop scones-Mrs McLumpha - an interesting talk on a recent Himalayan treck.....ooooh its all coming back.
P.S. I hope all the spelling and punctuation is correct.
Don't know who her hubby was but her brother was Tom Weir, famous for..er..walking about outside!
ReplyDeleteI have an article featuring him when he did a talk at the Bonar Hall.
Anon,
ReplyDeleteHer husband's name was Sandy Hamilton. I did not know this until a few minutes ago. A simple Google search found it out; try it yourself and read some of the obits for Molly :-)
Oh, and your proof-reading skills must be declining...
Was there no a column call Around the Courts or something done in Dialect about the funny cases in the Sheriff Court, kinda Parliamo Dundee?
ReplyDeleteI have a wee video of Weirs Way somewhere, his books are worse than Mollys, all about walking and singing in Bothys, We only sang in Bothy's with Red Leb, but Tom sang withoot that!
A friend's elderly parents were acquaintances of Tom Weir and went to his funeral. When they came back they said he had been buried "on top of Molly". My friend thought this was a mountain (spelled "Mollaidh" or whatever) and found it amazing that Tom had been buried on top of a Munro and all these aged people had walked to the summit to pay their respects.
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