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Shauna Reid

Welcome, weary traveller! I'm Shauna Reid, an Australian author and copywriter living in Scotland.

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Dig your own hole

31 Oct 2016

Do you know the famous opening scene from Chariots of Fire, with the dudes slo-mo running along a beach to the stirring strains of Vangelis? That beach is in St Andrews, and we ended up there recently with fish and chips. What better place to eat freshly fried goods than a beach so associated with Read More

Like a goose

20 Jan 2016

It’s one of those projects you begin with wild enthusiasm, then immediately wonder why the bloody hell you started. We’re painting the inside walls of the garage, or more accurately Gareth’s Hobby Lair. It’s home to bicycles, motorbikes, homemade homebrewing contraptions, and tools of many kinds. Shortly after moving in he noticed that the garage floor wasn’t Read More

Barrowland Ballroom, Glasgow

Get off my lawn!

24 Jun 2015

Three moments last week: #1 – Gareth asked me about the upcoming Glastonbury Festival lineup, so I read out a selection of bands from the website. “Florence + The Machine. Kanye West. Pharrell Williams. Lionel Richie in the granddad slot. On the Other Stage… Chemical Brothers, Rudimental, Deadmou5. Who the hell are Deadmou5?” Gareth cackled Read More

10 years a sham

03 Mar 2015

It’s ten years today since Gareth and I got married in Las Vegas. So much has changed. Back then we had to take selfies with our ARMS. No selfie sticks, kids. Times were tough. One of the reasons I was excited to get hitched was because I was marrying into a Nokia 6230. This state of Read More

Hairdresser, cook or cleaner?

06 Nov 2014

I was struggling to get to sleep last night so I passed the time by pondering a very deep question: If given the choice of a weekly visit from a hairdresser, cook or cleaner, which would I take? Sleep grew even more elusive as I got carried away with the terms and conditions of this fantasy scenario (kind of Read More

Eleven. Eleven!

19 Apr 2014

I think I have this voice recognition thing figured out now. I hadn’t noticed that you can change the language settings! I had it on American English, which made me sound like a drunken lunatic. But thanks to Tamakikat‘s sage comment I discovered that you can download other languages. First I changed it to A stray Read More

Will move for beer

04 Sep 2013

There is a large built-in cupboard in our bedroom, of which the real estate agent said at the time of purchase, “That could make a nice ensuite one day.” EXCELLENT, I thought. Though in reality you might squeeze in a loo and a small sink if you were lucky. The micro-ensuite budget never seemed to eventuate, Read More

The bee sanctuary

16 Aug 2013

Driving to the hospital takes about three-quarters of The Very Best of the Eagles. We didn’t bother changing the CD the first week because the Eagles made such comforting slippers for the ears. I kept thinking how cool it would be to start an all-woman Eagles a capella group called The Sheagles. It wouldn’t matter Read More


08 Jul 2013

“Well,” said Mary, “I’m never going to forget where I was when Andy Murray won Wimbledon.” As over-bloody-joyed as we were to see Andy win yesterday, we were even more happy that Mary was here to make a joke about it. Comrades, it’s been a crazy six days. My parents-in-law miraculously survived a terrible head-on Read More

The crushing of childhood dreams

21 Jan 2013

Gareth and I were talking about formative experiences the other day and he told me about the moment he feels is responsible for his, “constant feeling of being slightly disappointed by life” 😉 He was about twelve years old, at a Boys Brigade camp on the west coast. One day the lads had to sign Read More

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