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Have you climbed a MUNRO?
Somewhere on the other side of the afternoon’s horizon
Science that no longer listens
Together we are an endless conversation
Darwin’s coffin
“Trump is finally booted off Twitter for good”
Odin’s Raven Magic
COMPETING INTERESTS
‘Speaking truth to power’
Gnarled Oaks
divisive folly
Floral corridor
Bathwell
the sun shines for all
Worn-out mattresses, legless chairs, headless beds
An interview with George Saunders
Richard Holloway: ‘But to repeat:’
‘That kind of anger is a giveaway’
‘The subjective-objective divide’
‘It is a deadly business’
‘Comms’ department
Transmuted his personal substance into art
The so-called ‘two cultures’
EXPERTS
‘even their stories keep changing’
MAIN STEAM
Stories We Tell Ourselves
– provocative
EQUANIL
‘Watchy Gordon’
Umbrellas in Glasgow
The world is a city full of streets
They were dressed in green
Stockwell Street
‘SCOTUS’
‘Horace stole it from the Scotchman’
Two shadows meet
Winter in Clova
Female Astronomers
Theatrical Excitement in Edinburgh
‘Every Inch a Scotchman’
‘Shoots Deader!’
‘CLAUDERO’
ORRA THINGS BOUGHT AND SOLD!
A living corpse
Mind your manners
‘A lesson from Nature’
forwardness and backwardness
A dreary probation
A candid prayer
say that I’m a rainbow
Arbigland’s Gardener
‘I left this world’
Florence Taylor
A broken mural
Auchentorlie
The Astronomer’s Garden
A Mossgrove Christmas
Gratitude
Edinburgh Award
‘at 3 o’clock in the afternoon’
Nor’ Loch trouts
‘Natural succession’
Interior of others
Death of Montrose.
Metapheesics
A fine view
‘In! It was never out!’
A Big Burd
outdoors and a sense of proportion
‘A Bitter Pill’
His suicide was likened to a library burning down
Clock garden
‘WITHDRAWN FROM STOCK’
‘on Sunday ‘
Which novel has sold most?
Professor apologises for bullying
A loch in an island in a loch
CYNICUS
No world can reduce us
Lost my watch
DOUBLED
Mantlepieces
The emotion is in the audience
It’s not alright
Around Scotland.
‘The best collector of clocks’
Mercury in bronze
Psychiatric Drug Withdrawal
Films about Glasgow
For my mum and dad
Abergeldie’s gardener
An eccentric farmer’s tombstone
Hudson Yard Observation Deck
Balmasque
Shakespeare Square
Scottish vocalist
‘a useless and unhealthy puddle’
A newspaper report from 1993
an extraordinary claim
on a trolley
I am not sure what kind of story I am in.
Every step . . .
The Hallmark of Quality and Value
‘Miss Ironside is specialising in life’
The soul and the operator
‘Doctors’ Survey Sparks Campaign’
In Our Orchard
‘His solace, his recreation, his enjoyment’
dismantled me, most wonderfully
a lithe, revelatory debut
sunshine is guid for us all
Bauld Fergusson, lang syne deid
22 years
‘The beginning of an end of an outmoded way of thinking’
Garden Ticket
“It is hard to imagine”?
Linnaeo Posuit
Spending a penny
‘Whistling Willie’, the LION MAN
page 10
APART TOGET H E R
Winter 1967
REBEL POEMS
‘Was exceedingly grand and terrific’
At Drumclog
The Dark Flower
‘ART does not EXIST’
his creative life
The last known portrait of Walter Scott
‘Ya radge orange bampot’
a Nursery manager
Last of Horse Wynd
POINTS OF VIEW.
Edinburgh’s first Theatre
Newspaper boy
‘Were you silent when we died?’
‘Tomb of the Red Lady’
Scattered with derelict concrete boxes
last of a long line
Be ‘more like Paddington’
of Sapiens
‘The truth about coming off antidepressants’
Graffiti
The Drummond Scrolls
Wings ower Outerston
The first architecture on the grand scale to appear in the New Town
Windfall Cooking Apples
Only 2 people at one time
Eagle and Henderson

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