New issue

As you read this, advance copies of the November Spurtle are already appearing across Broughton like early voters in a faraway election of which we know nothing.

As you read this, advance copies of the September Spurtle are already spreading across the neighbourhood like cheery delivery drivers rattling along pavements.

As you read this, advance copies of the August Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like Fringe-goers seeking somewhere to sit down without a comedian standing up in it.

As you read this, advance copies of the July Spurtle are already scattering across the barony like political door-steppers fleeing an XL Bully who doesn’t intend to vote.

As you read this, advance copies of the June Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like crytospiridium through the lower digestive tract of an unsuspecting Devon holidaymaker.

For those who enjoy Edinburgh journalism and watery diarrhoea, local politics and abdominal pain, fever, occasional dizziness and dollops of local gossip, this is good news.

Page 1 begins with a square peg in a round hole (refused), deep breaths, the wide blue yonder and high hopes. Also fearsome drops for unfortunate drivers.

As you read this, advance copies of the May Spurtle (Issue 339) are already filtering across the barony like birch pollen from the nose of a violently sneezing hayfever sufferer.

We begin on Page 1 with a metaphorically mauled lion and some hypothetically possible but pricey play equipment. We have also a shift in boundary benefits and the post-industrial aesthetic of an appropriate typology mix.

As you read this, advance copies of the April Spurtle are already appearing across Broughton like sparrow droppings on the first washing line of spring.

On Page 1 we cover retirement with crystal clarity, put an end to speculation over a slow start, detail the limited appeal of too much in too little and report on Pot Noodles.

An EV gone rogue, unruly youths and gum-sucking forebodings feature on Page 2, as do construction sites, questionable design and a possible Festival quagmire.

As you read this, advance copies of the March Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like fresh mildew on the shower curtain of civilisation.

Page 1 begins with the strain of river management and other bits we’d rather not think about. We have all the latest news on a lack of progress, a growing to-do list, making motorists fume, and the joys of spring.

Food – a lot of it – features on Page 2, along with a possible end to downhill misadventures, a headless mystery, unhinged waste management, confusing corners, and potentially problematic pongs in the offing.

As you read this, advance copies of the February Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like spilt potnoodles on a Bellevue pavement.

Page 1 is concerned with ups and downs and how to prevent them, and a way to make Edinburgh more of a level playing field.

Page 2 marks an important anniversary linking hyperlocal journalism with international pop stardom. It continues with unsurprising crocodiles, foul-smelling silt, and the ongoing hazards of city-centre cycling. Trees, tactiles and tiny buses also feature.

As you read this, advance copies of the December/January Spurtle are already dusting Broughton like the first snowflakes of winter. Only with words printed on them.

Page 1 is action-packed with over-the-top dullness, hyperactivity on defects, pavements and fume-belchers, an ongoing mystery, a fond farewell, and more of the same fun and games around short-term lets. Also, an unconventionally beautiful girl with a fan.