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Poetic pest control

Dear Spurtle, 

I saw this van parked by the Water of Leith last week.

It's nice to see the National Bard immortalised by a business venture, and one hopes it is more successful than his own attempts to make money.

Some might argue that this goes against the animal-loving spirit of the original poem, but, to be fair, Burns might have felt differently about mice if they were running around his kitchen. 

David McDowell 

White van with 'Tae a Moose' logo

Screech sleuthing

Dear Spurtle,

Referring to 'Tracking down the Broughton screech' (Spurtle No. 331, August 2023, page 2), it is not clear what the unholy screech sounds like. But a few years ago, I exorcised a recurring screech for a neighbour.

The screech would make itself heard at all hours, with no pattern, but with a (reported/perceived) preference for 04:00. It would be at an imprecise frequency of around 1000 Hz, i.e. the approximate vocal range of an excited young child, with a rich timbre of fluctuating harmonics. It would last somewhere between 10 and 30 seconds, and then stop completely. No verbal content could be distinguished.

Closing doors and double-glazed windows made no difference. Earplugs were useless.

The matter was complicated by a language difference. Between myself and my neighbour, you must understand, not between myself and the screech – I pride myself on semi-fluent Screech. However, to add a dash of mystery sauce to the riddle, only the affected neighbour had ever heard said screech.

It's such a good word, screech.

The screech, when I found it, turned out to be not human. Nor indeed superhuman. Nor was the screech external to the building. It came from below the floor!

To be precise - the downstairs neighbours were early risers, and they would hang up a load of laundry shortly before leaving their flat. They had a pulley laundry rail, and being a rental flat, the pulley axles had become dry and slightly rusty.

The screechorcism involved a chalk circle, seven white candles, three Jerusalem artichokes ... and an arcane ritual with a can of WD40.

Good luck to Annandale Street.  :)

Mark von Delft

[EDITOR:—There have been developments. Full report in Issue 332 (September).

‘SCOTTISH BEACON’ LIT TODAY

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The Broughton Spurtle and 19 other independent local and hyperlocal news publications serving urban and rural communities across Scotland have joined forces to create The Scottish Beacon, a new national news platform which launched today. 

The innovative website is the first collaborative journalism outlet of its kind in the country. The aim is to strengthen the independent community-based media sector and bring stories from Scotland’s communities to a wider audience. 

DONALD, WHERE‘S YOUR FIVERS?

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A TAILOR’S ADVENTURE IN EDINBURGH

A cautionary tale for visitors, from the Edinburgh Evening News, 3 Oct 1898.

The Edinburgh detective staff are at present investigating a case in which a young tailor, belonging to the Isle of Skye, got swindled out of close upon £10 by means of the confidence trick, in Picardy Place, on last Friday night.

HARD MILES FOR A GOOD CAUSE

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LOCAL RESIDENT ON TREK FOR CRISIS

My name is Jamie Forbes and I live on East London Street. 

I work for Lloyds Banking Group and I am raising funds for our charity partner – Crisis. Crisis are the national charity for people experiencing homelessness. They help people directly out of homelessness and campaign for the changes needed to solve it altogether.