London Calling

A number of patriotic South African events had lined up, including the Twickenham Sevens and some local touring bands. I was moer keen.


Highland Cathedral

Nessie Hunting, coo chowing, castle hopping, clan stopping

A Spring Clean for the May Queen

Beltane Fire Festival. This is meant to be an ancient Gaelic festival marking the start of Summer, brought together by fire, drama, and hippies all on a hill.

A Sonnet of Ice and Fire

In the spirit of the death of Shakespeare and the start of Game of Thrones season 6, I've made a Shakespearean sonnet about my anticipation.

Ice, Ice, Baby

Scotland is big into their sport, even though they may not be particularly good at it. Much like South Africans, they are a passionate bunch and this can often be the difference in sports a few fixtures. But the results do not always go their way. Obviously, football is massive here. The Scottish league seems … Continue reading Ice, Ice, Baby

Kiss Me, I’m Shit-faced

I've been trying to write a piece about the creatures you find on the bus and all this speaking about joining cultures that aren’t mine with reference to crude stereotypes, it was time for me to experience the first big event in Edinburgh (and hopefully the first one where I will remain still in Edinburgh): … Continue reading Kiss Me, I’m Shit-faced

O Flower of Scotland

Been a while but I’ve been busy. Real busy. Saturday was largely spent recovering until I got back to the flat to find police on the ground floor. I panicked, and played it as uncool as I ever had, hoping it had nothing to do with my previous Friday. It hadn’t, luckily, but I still … Continue reading O Flower of Scotland