High Georgian ceilings, above vast, perfectly proportioned sash windows, speak to me of cosy home comfort. Wherever I am, if…
Having the wrong fun
Although I spend much of my working life judging books by their covers, The Manchurian Candidate offers an object lesson…
Saccharine artillery
My awareness of Squarepusher began at uni, where I studied the bass guitar. Unsurprisingly, an out-there electronic producer, who also…
A book on the wall
For a small, softly-spoken country, Scotland carries a large intellectual stick. Voltaire said that ‘we look to Scotland for all…
Distant whispers
Whispers sometimes reach our ears from long-silenced voices, reverberations reflected by a documentary record that has diversified over the last…
Capitalising on the dark
Darkness is an abundant resource during December in Edinburgh. To many of the city’s residents, trapped in an indoor workplace…
Congenial hubris
Spouse and I first visited The Sheep Heid Inn at the end of a long walk with Spawn, through Holyrood…
