The Noctes Ambrosianae (No 23).
[SCENE: The outside seating at the 56 North gin bar. Tychy, James, Tori, Pablo and Hutu the Clown are sitting …
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Arts Review: Rip It Up.
“Your music belongs in a museum” is not, I think, a compliment. Nonetheless, most of the exhibits in Rip It …
The Last Ever Can of Irn-Bru in the World.
I went to visit Angus shortly after the twelfth referendum. NO had once again won by the slenderest of margins. …
Sundive.
The sun had hung above Edinburgh for over two days now and most people doubted that much more time could …
Poetry Review: A Royal Wedding Poem by Carol Ann Duffy.
How can she stand it – how can anybody stand it – this prostitution of English literature in front of …
Time to Crash Out!
Summer is here, the city is fresher than it’s felt in a long time, and it’s time to crash out! …
An Edinburgh Office Telephone Conversation.
“Good afternoon. Shortbread factory. Steve speaking.” A man’s voice. “Hello… er… is that the shortbread factory?” “Indeed it is. How …
Should St Peter’s Seminary be Left to the Wilderness?
St Peter’s Seminary stands ruined in the woods outside Cardross. It is a two hour and twenty minute train ride …
The Barriers: A Fable of Globalisation.
Dawn brought a fretful little breeze and Erastus Balloo lumbering along in his sepia hatchback, a car so undistinguished that …
The Noctes Ambrosianae (No 22).
[SCENE: The BrewDog on the Cowgate, an apparently half-dismantled bar with bare brickwork on the walls and a stripped-away ceiling. …
My First Robot.
The ILIFE V5s is about the size of a cherry pie and it is twice as sweet. You put it …
Lord Andrew Adonis’ Guide to the European Union.
Once, within the boundaries of the European Union, there was a very wise philosopher named Andrew Adonis. He was so …
Ten Years of Tychy.
At the Hive, everybody was sucking on tiny lollipops and drinking cocktails with Nutella in. Polly had given her sister …
A Confab With My Editor.
I check up on our website less and less frequently these days, but the last time that I did so …
The Boy Detective Combs the Pentlands.
The village of Swanston is like a port that stands between Edinburgh and the great rolling sea of the Pentland …
