New issue

As you read this, advance copies of the April Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like dispersible aspirin in the glass of a Tesla PR executive.

As you read this, advance copies of the March Spurtle are already popping up across Broughton like park snowdrops awaiting the first Mastiff of spring. 

As you read this, advance copies of the February Spurtle are already appearing across Broughton like buses whispering over setted potholes in the small hours of the night.

As you read this, advance copies of the November Spurtle are already appearing in Broughton like Black Friday zombies lurching across town in search of a bargain.

As you read this, advance copies of the November Spurtle are already appearing across Broughton like early voters in a faraway election of which we know nothing.

As you read this, advance copies of the September Spurtle are already spreading across the neighbourhood like cheery delivery drivers rattling along pavements.

As you read this, advance copies of the August Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like Fringe-goers seeking somewhere to sit down without a comedian standing up in it.

As you read this, advance copies of the July Spurtle are already scattering across the barony like political door-steppers fleeing an XL Bully who doesn’t intend to vote.

As you read this, advance copies of the June Spurtle are already spreading across Broughton like crytospiridium through the lower digestive tract of an unsuspecting Devon holidaymaker.

For those who enjoy Edinburgh journalism and watery diarrhoea, local politics and abdominal pain, fever, occasional dizziness and dollops of local gossip, this is good news.

Page 1 begins with a square peg in a round hole (refused), deep breaths, the wide blue yonder and high hopes. Also fearsome drops for unfortunate drivers.

As you read this, advance copies of the May Spurtle (Issue 339) are already filtering across the barony like birch pollen from the nose of a violently sneezing hayfever sufferer.

We begin on Page 1 with a metaphorically mauled lion and some hypothetically possible but pricey play equipment. We have also a shift in boundary benefits and the post-industrial aesthetic of an appropriate typology mix.