As you read this, copies of the December Spurtle are already to be found beautifying the barony like a newly washed flock of sheep by night all seated on the ground.
This month’s issue (and next month’s, come to think of it) begins by bleating on about the indefensible and how it is being defended, continues with the unforeseen effects of stationary vehicles, baas about democracy, then concludes with the underground and a bad fleece day turned strangely good.
As you read this, early copies of the November Spurtle are already flittering across the halloween Barony like vampire bats out of a witch’s haunted coffin carried by zombies covered in spiders. Or something.
Page 1 rattles its chains with news of disquiet, an abandoned station, the borderland between one world and the next, and things that cling in the night.
On Page 2 we look at the quick and the not-so-quick, odd noises from liminal spaces, mysterious diggers, and the folk who failed to materialise.
As you read this, advanced copies of October’s Spurtle are already knocking at doors in the barony like an AirBnB guest arriving 24 hours too early.
Page 1 begins with a gentle rattling of the key safe and some disapproving tuts concerning pipework. It continues with muttering about money, a threat of kerbside discontent, pessimistic outpourings, and a determination to hold someone to account.
It’s nearly March, and copies of the latest Spurtle have already begun bouncing about the barony like spring hares on a garden trampoline.
Issue 282 of your action-packed local stirrer begins with big decisions, bad baking, and a by-election … plus high jinks among pond life.
It continues with buses, borrowing, and a welcome absence of bollards, bids farewell to the lady boys of Pilrig, ruminates on leviathans, and puts in a good word for scruffy unfortunates.
As you read this, copies of the February Spurtle are already being distributed across Broughton and beyond. From the snow-capped peaks of George IV Bridge to the lush valley of Canonmills, from Pilrig’s sunny meadows to the mist-girt slopes of Howe Street and Henderson Row, local news, views, gossip, and reviews are on the move.
Page 1 of Issue 281 begins with booze and the forthcoming lack of it, proceeds with rising unease to the goings-on in parks, gets cross, then reaches a hopeful conclusion.