Restaurant Review

  There are noodles on the floor, on the window, in his eyebrow and shoe, and draped over the back of the highchair.   Babies and ramen.   It’s a bit like taking a clown to a...

    What to wear on my first train trip to Glasgow for five months?   There’s a little silky floral number, the Scandi minimal grey linen piece, or the workaday blue one. It’s...

  It’s best not to have a party trick, or you’ll have to do a dolphin impression wherever you go. Same with signature songs and dishes. Black Lace must have got to the point of Agadont and Mary...

I feel like a tortoise that has been hiding inside its shell; my movements have been limited by Covid-19 restrictions for so long I’m now terrified to venture outwith my local bubble. However, with the...

  At the bottom of Lothian Road, I thought about lying on the pavement, telling him to go without me and letting the seagulls take my eyes.   My average step count has plummeted recently. It...

      Come ‘awa’ in!”, says the sign as you enter the village of Hopeman.   We were in the area to help clear the house of my much loved late...

    I’m not sure I’d recognise my colleagues. I occasionally wonder if they’d fancy meeting up, but I’ve become a lockdown loner.   As much as I love them, even in normal...

    Notes on inaccurate use of face masks. The reason some people are wearing them underneath their noses must be so they can smell what’s cooking at all the newly reopened...

    I love a busman’s holiday. Even though I had a recent day off work for (the 15th anniversary of) my 30th birthday, I still had to do a restaurant review.   We squeezed in a...

Following a whole series of unfortunate events, I’ve decided I should change my name to Calamity Jane. Lockdown means that the everyday highs and lows of life have been magnified. The first disaster...