We are a creative country; surely there are better ways to cultivate this than televised talent shows?
The West Port Book Festival is taking over the cosy and eccentric independent bookshops of West Port this weekend.
British culture doesn’t exist in our everyday lives, and perhaps that stops us being great again.
Our fury at the western empire which has forced us onto the streets continues to be realised.
The services and money are available, and built in is a system of return; it’s simply about whether the government wants to do it.
We are a country with a reputation for producing splendid things: should we risk losing it all by favouring the mainstream?
Fight the claustrophic Fringe venues with some outdoor theatre: Allotment in Inverleith (weather permitting).
Organisational idiocy, comedy and walking like a demon