As you read this, Issue 249 of the Spurtle is bounding off the presses like so many March hares with Spring in their tails.
This month we kick off with the cost to Council of so-called culture, the virtues or otherwise of thin-ness, Leith Walk, and a lost dog with remarkably long hair.
We continue with police-box developments, the mess and muddle that is Waste, urban funk, mournful liquid calls, wings of desire, fashion, teenagers, and live music.
And that doesn’t describe the half of it.
The new Spurtle will start appearing tomorrow in all the usual and unusual spots across the barony – shops, bars, hair salons, cafés, gutters – or you can download a colourful pdf of the same at our Homepage here from midnight tonight.
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