“ Growing up on Glasgow’s dull mean streets, Woodstock was massive for us! It was peace, love, sunshine, happiness, hippies and all done on a massive scale. Hendrix, Santana, CSNY, Cocker...Miller captures that and yet... and yet...she condenses the event into one powerful, possibly life changing moment. This was her character’s Sliding Doors moment, and as she writes….."Shit!! I let him marry the wrong me!" ”

“ As a boomer born and raised in Scotland, I also grew up in thrall to the wall of sound that for me was was Motown. I so much relate to this take Vivian.. Thanks for the Motown Memories ”

“ "He was talkin’ to a man born deaf to common sense and sound judgment, amplified by being two hours into downin’ beers."
I've been in that pub, I could smell the sweat, beer, old nicotine stained ceilings and woodwork, the tired, worn, soggy carpet, and the jaded, faded clientele where some bloviating, bloated, buffoon regularly holds court, and if you just as regularly wish that this beer barrel of a man would get his due reward, then this wee tale from the always excellent Vivian Lermond fulfills that wish! ”

“ Poignantly sad... yet hope through adversity. So much said in so few words...masterful ”