Shut Your Pan!
After the first month of lockdown, Pippa hated everything about her apartment. Its circuit of interiors seemed to have lately …
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Dyspnoea.
“¡Joder! Is this even real?” “What is it doing here?” The red stag stood plumb in the middle of Morningside …
Clearout.
Rufus Stewart owns a single-bedroom apartment in Gorgie, which he had until recently rented out to a young barman named …
“So I’ve Heard.”
A party, on New Year’s Eve, in a flat so small that it is as if thirty or so people …
Arts Review: “Bacon en Toutes Lettres” at the Pompidou Centre.
Francis Bacon’s paintings are a source of such anxiety because they flout all of the previously understood etiquette relating to …
Players: A Ghost Story for Halloween.
He was strings but no drama. Ana hadn’t wanted or needed strings but neither had she resisted their inevitable creeping …
Tychy@ the Fringe: Gigolo: Bold, Beautiful, Bizarre.
Is the best show that I have seen so far at this year’s Fringe a one-man play? This would be …
Tychy@ the Fringe: Four Woke Baes.
Jonathan Caren’s “Four Woke Baes” is currently showing at the Cowgate Underbelly. It begins by speaking of the Devil. Four …
Tychy@ the Fringe: Smoke.
[The following contains spoilers.] The Pleasance Zoo has been hiding from my love but I have finally tracked it down …
Tychy@ the Fringe: Rust.
At the Assembly Roxy, Kenny Emson‘s new play “Rust” begins with about fifty pillows heaped up in the centre of …
A Story While My Phone Charges.
I spent an energyless afternoon alone in my apartment, striding around the rooms and looking out of the windows. These …
The Train.
After lunch they had all agreed to go for a walk. There was a large park – over eighty acres …
Funky Chicken.
Myself, Tori, and several of her work friends today made up a small, chance luncheon party. The venue was a …
Tychy@ the Fringe: Casanova Dreaming.
Casanova will cheer me up. “One ticket for Casanova, please.” I duly join a long and excited queue. This Casanova …
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 …
