Podcast Review: Midnight Burger.
[The following contains mild spoilers.] I have grown suspicious of podcasting recently – as a whole, I mean – because …
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A Story from St Patrick’s.
When Ken entered the pub he was already marauding and in a dangerous mood. He felt strangely weightless on his …
Eyeroll.
This afternoon I walked back from work to my apartment in Newington. There was a kind of blizzard of slush …
Where Some Of Us Are Currently.
I walked up this evening from my apartment in Newington to a pub that I currently favour on the Southside. …
Downing Street Parties and the Age of Insincerity.
It is self-evident that Boris Johnson should resign because of the “parties” that his government department had held during the …
2021 in the words of Tychy et al.
Whitty: Thank you. Next slide please. I’d like to commence my update today by singing a song to you. I’d …
COVID-19 Vaccines and Bodily Autonomy.
I mean it’s not… I mean, I don’t… we are fortunate in this country that although we have vaccine hesitancy …
Some More Nuts and Bolts of Edinburgh’s Economy.
There are two restaurants in this article. By chance, I was in the Southsider pub yesterday when I met a …
The Noctes Ambrosianae (No 26).
[SCENE: The courtyard of the Peartree. It is early afternoon and James is sitting at a picnic table in the …
The Sun Is Coming Out.
James had slunk into the turquoise waters of the Honeychile Lagoon and such was the effect of his thin body …
A Marxist Reading of the Lockdown.
In the UK, there cannot be many people left now who in their heart of hearts think that the lockdown …
The Story of the Old Man in the Tux.
I had been left standing marooned at the bar beside the old man in the tux. He looked me over …
Book Review: How To Survive Everything by Ewan Morrison.
[The following contains major spoilers.] Ewan Morrison’s latest novel, How To Survive Everything, begins on the road to the Scottish …
A Cocktail Crash-Lands.
The cafeteria seemed much cooler now that I had stopped eating. With faux-casualness, I had folded a used napkin over …
“So There’s This App…”
She, Tori, had suddenly loomed out of the muggy cafeteria, the steam that would bead on the bottles of soju, …
Tychy 